Chapter 6 - Bolton
BOLTON
Ican’t stop crying.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
I just drive. And drive. Until I’m past the city limits and on my way to our cabin.
Except I’ll be alone.
His words play on a loop in my mind, like an earworm I can’t get rid of.
Jealous little shit. This is why I didn’t want to bring you! You ruined everything.
Cal’s right about one thing—I ruin everything. We had a chance to save those women, and I didn’t even think twice before blundering my way through it like a fucking moron. They’d have been better off if I had just stayed home like he asked me to.
I pull into a 24-hour rest stop at the halfway mark and buy some drinks and a snack. My stomach growls, but I’m not sure I can bring myself to eat anything. Everything good in my life just imploded.
My husband hates me. I hurt those poor women. I’m so fucking stupid.
As I buckle my seatbelt, a shiver runs up my spine.
Something feels off. Before I realize what’s happening, a figure springs up from the back seat.
Their face is covered with some kind of mask, and I can’t recognize them.
They bring a rag to my mouth and everything around me melts away.
I can’t see anything as the entire world goes black.