Lydia
My head hurts. A pounding at my temple makes me wince as I try to open my eyes. I’m lying on something hard and cold. Nausea has me swallowing back bile in an attempt not to puke.
It takes me a second to realize it’s not the headache that’s causing the nausea. I’m in a moving vehicle. I force myself to open my eyes. It’s dark, and I have to wait for my eyes to adjust so I can see better.
My hands are tied together. There’s tape on my mouth. I peel it off quickly, not minding the sting as it’s ripped from my skin. Panic begins to creep in as I realize what’s happened to me.
I was on my way home from Moon Grove. While driving on the main road, I noted a fallen tree blocking my way. When I got out of the car to check the tree, I saw that it hadn't fallen down on its own. The cut on
