Ella

I wake up with my head pounding like someone's playing drums on the inside of my skull. My eyes flutter open, blurred images flashing in and out as I try to make sense of my surroundings. I wince as the car jolts over a pothole, and the cool leather of the seat presses against my cheek. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision as the realization sets in. I'm moving.

Panic washes over me in a cold wave, gripping my stomach as I try to sit up. My limbs feel heavy, like ...