Awareness slipped through my mind slowly. It brought the crunch of tires over gravel one sharp rock at a time and ALL THE BUMPS. It might be obvious, but I wasn't a fan of trunk life.

For the first time in what seemed like a long time, Bernadette slowed. My stomach tightened. I'd lost track of time, so we could be anywhere - we meaning Bernadette, me, and our kidnapper. Whoever that was. When the trunk popped open again, I needed to have a plan. It was so hard to think straight with ...