CHAPTER 18
MACK
I’m falling, the cliff long and dark and deep—there is no bottom. I’ve failed in everything I’ve tried to do. And then—
The jolt wakes me, my breath forced from my lungs in a single staccato expulsion of air; pain blasts through my shoulder and lances through my abdomen, a deep throbbing ache like someone is stabbing me between the ribs.
But though I can’t move my injured arm, I’m not tied—why didn’t they restrain me? A dislocated shoulder is no reason to throw caution to the wind.
I gingerly push myself to sitting and squint in the inky blackness. So dark here, only the tiniest sliver of moonlight grazing the walls from a high window—a basement.
But where? I don’t know how long we drove. I have no idea if the others know where I am. There are miles of woods around th
