SIENNA’S FLASHBACK

It started like any other night — the kind of night that pretends to be harmless.

The moon was out, soft and lazy behind a sheet of drifting clouds, and the road stretched ahead like a silver ribbon through the woods. The windows were rolled down halfway, and the wind kept tugging strands of my hair out of place. Nina was in the passenger seat, humming along to a song on the radio and munching on chips she swore she wasn’t going to eat.

We were supposed to make a ...