~ JACK ~
The first thing I noticed as I drifted back to consciousness was the swaying. It wasn’t violent, but a steady, rhythmic motion that made my head throb with each rock. My skull pounded like someone was beating a drum inside my brain, and I couldn’t help but wince at the pain.
I blinked, trying to open my eyes, but the world was a blurry mess. Slowly, as the fog in my mind began to clear, I realized I was staring out a window—a truck window. Recognition hit me like a slap to the face. It was the same truck Jessica and I had stolen from the motel. The same truck that had brought us to the cabin.
I tried to move, but the sharp sting of tight ropes around my wrists and ankles stopped me. Panic surged through me as I realized I was bound, sitting upright with my head resting against
