CHAPTER THREE
Carly’s feet were bare, and the soles felt uncomfortably hot. She opened her eyes but was blinded by a bright glare all around her. A torrid wind seared her face.
Using her hands to shield her eyes, she brought her environment into focus. She was surrounded by a vast expanse of sand.
A beach? she wondered.
For a moment Carly felt a surge of hope. She’d once had a vision of her sister Megan quite alive and walking on a beach. But that had been a beautiful, sparkling place. This sand glowed a flaming golden color under the merciless sun, and no water was anywhere in sight.
And then she heard malevolent voices chuckling around her.
“You’ll never find her.”
“Not here.”
“She’s not even breathing air.”
Carly understood what those voices meant. Her more recent vision of Meg
