Abby
The truck plows on through the relentless blizzard, and my anxiety continues to mount with each passing second.
The world outside the window is nothing but a white abyss, and I have no idea where we’re headed. Fear grips me the further we go, and I can’t shake the nagging feeling that I’m in serious trouble.
Slowly so as not to alert the two men sitting in front of me, I turn on my phone to check and see if I have service. But my phone screen illuminates the cabin of the truck, and before I can quickly shut the screen back off, Mike’s eyes snap to me in the rearview mirror.
“No service here,” he says, his eyes meeting mine.
“No service for a while,” Jake chimes in with a slight chuckle. “You’re out in the boonies now, city girl.”
In a desperate attempt to act calm, I let out a
