His face was slack, and his hands were tight on the wheel. Hannah could feel the blood draining from her face. Her body was icy cold. All her muscles felt loose and useless. Colin threw the truck into reverse. “I knew I’d find you out here,” he said, backing rapidly. Hannah started. Colin’s voice was pitched an entire octave deeper than usual. He sounded like a completely different person. Fear clutched at her throat. She shrank back against the door, feeling behind her for the handle. Could she make it if she jumped? As if reading her thoughts, Colin casually hit a small button next to his steering wheel. He didn’t look at her, but Hannah knew he’d just activated the child locks. She was trapped. Colin put the truck in drive and accelerated back down the road. He drove with both hands on the wheel, staring straight out at the twin beams of the headlights cutting through the night. Reason with him, Hannah told herself. See if you can break through this shell. It’s your only choice at this point.
