Lyla

When I woke up, it hit me almost instantaneously that I was in a moving car.

Jolting upright, my hand fell over my belly as the seatbelt that had been clipped around me dug at the soft part of my neck. The road out my window passed by quickly, cars traveling on either side while I was being taken to an unknown destination.

The sun crested overhead, low on the horizon and casting a harsh glare that had me pulling the ...