ANDREA GRITTED HER TEETH. The car bumped over what felt like train tracks. She'd lost all sense of direction and time after they'd taken four or five turns. At first, she'd had some kind of idea that she could remember where they were going, keep track of it somehow, but she'd given up on that. Instead, she clutched the seatbelt across her chest with both hands and did her best to keep her breathing slow and steady.
Her cheek still hurt from where her kidnapper had hit her for hyperventilating. Since she'd gotten her breathing in check, she'd also stopped crying. Somewhere in there was when she'd lost her bearings.
What was it Zain had said about being kidnapped?
They'd had the conversation yesterday. Why couldn't she remember what he'd said?
His cousin's girlfriend, they'd talked abou
