Chapter One

“Stay to your left,” I screamed as a stone wall grazed the passenger side mirror, and I instinctively leaned toward Richard.

“I’m on the left, Annabelle,” he said, his knuckles white and his face glued to the road in front of us, what little of it there was. His dark hair–usually perfectly styled with plenty of product–looked disheveled, and his artificially tanned skin was a shade or two paler than usual.

Kate leaned her head between the two front seats, flicking a strand of blon...