CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Riley found herself walking along the waterline of a beach.
She was barefoot, and her pants legs were rolled up, and she might have enjoyed the walk if the sea air and the damp sand under her feet weren’t so cold.
The sky was dusky, but she saw a glimmer of light out over the water.
Sunset? she wondered.
But no—the view from the nearest beach was to the east.
Sunrise, then.
It would be dawn before long. The thought filled her with alarm. She was dimly aware of something terrible about to happen. But for a few moments, she couldn’t quite bring to mind just what it was.
Then it came to her …
Someone is going to die before the sun comes up.
And it was up to her to stop it from happening.
But she couldn’t stop the sun.
How could she stop death?
She looked down
