The following morning when I wake up, I find myself inside a car with a driver whose face I can't see.
"Who are you?" I ask, trying to be sure I wasn't in a strange dream.
"I am Greg," the driver responded. "You have to rest now, Rosetta. I have been sent to take you to a safe place."
I stare at the back of Greg's head, my mind racing. Sent by whom to take me where? Nothing is making sense.
"Wait, I don't understand. Sent by who? And why do I need to go anywhere?" I demand, my heart pounding.
Greg turns his head slightly so I can see his profile. He has a kind face with crinkles around his eyes from years of smiling.
"I was sent by your friend Alyssa to get you away from Chavo and his men. She says you're in grave danger if you stay," Greg explains patiently.
Alyssa? My mind flas
