“Hello?” A man’s voice. “You okay?” Someone touched Katty’s shoulder.
“No. No. Leave me alone.” Wha-where was she? She’d just been home … or at the store. Where was she? “Bea?” She wiped her mouth. “Bea, you okay?”
No answer.
Movement in the backseat. She tried to see. “Bea? You okay?”
“Ma’am? Did you have a child with you? There’s nobody here. Are you sure you had someone with you?”
She blinked and rubbed her eyes. Nothing made sense. Maybe she’d hit her head, but on … what? The steering wheel? She rubbed her eyes again, and tried to peer through the windshield. Only it wasn’t there. No glass. Shattered glass covered her lap, the seat beside her, the floor—all around her.
She reached out to touch the windshield—no glass—really strange sensation. Expected glass and there was none. No
