ELLA

Ouch.

The bumpy motion makes my head slam against something. Glass. Window. Don’t know.

Where the hell am I?

My eyes pry open and I wake up with a gasp, practically resurrecting like a mummy. The pounding in my head makes it hard to keep my eyes open so I see very little.

I am strapped to a moving car seat, probably hauled in like cargo because I don’t remember entering willingly. My brain is foggy, my vision clouded as I slip my eyes shut with a small groan and try to sort out my ...