Chapter 4

I died seventeen miles from the border. There was no drama to it. No final words. My heart, starved of blood, simply stopped trying. One moment I was watching the highway lights streak past the window. The next, I was standing outside the car, looking at my own body slumped against the backseat door. My skin was the color of candle wax. My lips were blue. The medical port in my neck had a thin trail of dried blood running from it, like a tear track. The driver hadn't noticed yet. The car...