LAUREN'S POV

The ride felt endless. Every second dragged like an eternity as I laid there cramped inside the trunk, counting the rhythmic hums of the tires against the asphalt. My back ached from the hard metal floor, but I didn’t dare move too much. The smallest sound might give me away. All I could do was hold my breath and hope I’d made the right choice sneaking along.

Minutes bled into hours. I could feel my anxiety climbing higher with every passing moment, the air inside the trunk ...