Birds chirped and hawked in the distance. A group of them, maybe vultures, circled the sky. Rae glanced at the blanket. Those damn birds could probably smell Marissa, and the second everyone left, they’d pounce...

Bruises and dried blood covered her face, giving the illusion of chicken pox.

Just one pit stop, Rae. One pit stop that won’t even take an hour. Then it’s over. It’s finally over.

Yeah, there has to be a few screws loose when a girl asks you to drop everything to spend a three-day weekend on very short notice, and you say okey dokey without a care in...