From the back of the truck she could see the bright moon and the side of his face; the hook nose, low brow, thin mouth. The light made her squint but she did not close her eyes. She could not miss one bit of the trip, one bit of his face. One small thing could save her life.
Bare trees shook on both sides of the dirt road that snaked through steep hill and low marsh. They
saw no cars, no homes. She did not know where she was, but still she searched
the trees as though they could give her a clue. Deep down, she knew the truth, but hope was all she had left.
The tape around her legs
and wrists chafed and her hands grew numb as they drove on.
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