Cyrus

The summer sun beat at the windows of the Jeep Commander. Sunrise came early. Too early. The first second my brain came into consciousness, I felt peace. I drew in a deep breath and even smiled. The next second, everything came back to me in a rush like a wave crashing onto the beach during a tsunami.

I did a quick scan of my surroundings, my memories hit me—the kidnaping, the escape, and the shotguns.

The horribleness of our situation set ...