Chapter 6

He shoved me into the passenger seat and threw my suitcase into the bed of the truck—every document I owned, my passport, my grandmother's ring, tumbling into the snow. "Where are you taking me?" He didn't answer. He put his boot down. We went out through the north gate, past the last streetlight, up into the black. Snow poured across the windshield in white sheets. The wipers couldn't keep up. I couldn't see the road, and he was driving like he wanted to find the edge of it. Twenty minutes....