Its headlights swept across the ditch.
For one terrible second, bright light passed over my boots.
I didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t breathe.
The truck kept going.
I waited until the sound faded.
Then I crawled farther through the weeds.
My hands shook.
Not from fear.
From anger.
That was what I told myself.
But fear was there too.
Growing.
Getting louder.
Because I had nowhere left to go.
Darren wouldn’t answer his phone.
My truck was still at the cabin.
The sheriff had probably found it by now.
The cabin was gone. I couldn’t go back there.
My food was gone.
My water.
My batteries.
Everything.
I had been stupid to leave the notebook behind.
Stupid to let them see it.
But they didn’t understand.
None of them understood.
It wasn’t a plan to hurt Sadie.
It was a plan to get her back.
