Candace
Different voices were swimming around me. Soft, worried murmurs drifted through the darkness in the distance.
"…could have made her faint like that?" Annette's voice reached my ears, tight with exhaustion and fear. "She's been holding it together so well, but after everything…"
"I don't know," River replied, sounding drained. "Maybe it's the stress from the racetrack, seeing Devin, the constant threats… it was only a matter of time before something gave. She's been so strong."
My mind felt heavy and foggy, like I was swimming through thick maple syrup. Confusion wrapped around me like a second skin. Where was I? What had happened? The last thing I remembered was the parking lot… my car… a box…
The memory slammed into me with brutal force. Oh shit! Owen's severed head. I could remember it all now. His lifeless, glassy eyes staring up at me from inside the box.
