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nding the pain should’ve been easy, but it wasn’t. She should’ve driven faster but didn’t. At the last moment, Tess hit the brakes instead of the gas pedal. Human instinct kicking in, against her will.
Now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere and her car was in the bottom of a ravine.
She pressed her eyes closed and forced herself to breathe easy—to take small, deep breaths to keep the mounting panic at bay. She needed to keep it together. Stay calm. Think.
Tess opened her eyes and stared through the windshield toward the man who called himself Cap—a funny name for a grown man. Especially a pastor. He seemed nice enough, but something about him felt a little off—like he might be hiding something. At least he didn’t speak slow and exaggerated like most people did after learning that
