“I … uh … ” Her brain was short-circuiting. She couldn’t even form a sentence.
Giovanni just raised an incredulous eyebrow at her reaction. Ava swallowed, her eyes trailed on the photograph that he was holding straight onto her face.
There were at least three cars in the photo, theirs being the middle. In it, despite the flickering lights and the eerie shadows, the images of their faces were caught dead center. Ava’s eye twitched when she realized how horrible she looked in that photo.
If her government-issued license looks like she’s being held for ransom, this one takes the cake. She looks dead. As in, she could stand at the corner of the ride and people would think she’s part of the show.
That dead.
But even more horrifying than her eyes that were half-closed and her wide, gaping
