Lincoln was sure they were dead. But then the skies cleared, and there was an open road free of cars and fires. They shot across a bridge, and a wide, fast-moving river flowed far below them. He lifted his gaze to the rearview mirror and saw the fire and smoke growing more distant by the second.

What the?

He jolted out of shock and checked on Caroline in the passenger seat. Her eyes were closed, and she was whispering a prayer, one hand still gripping his arm. Checking ...