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- Author: Catherine Cowles
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I LEANED FORWARD, squinting into the inky black night. Did rural Oregon
not believe in streetlights? I’d thought I had seen darkness before, but it had
nothing on this. The only light came from my headlights shining against the
thickly falling snow—and the occasional passing vehicle.
My stomach twisted as the road made a sharp curve, taking me higher
up the mountain. I gripped the wheel harder, my hands damp with sweat.
This had been a no-good, very-bad idea, but it was too late to change course
A pair of headlights shone in the distance in my rearview mirror. The
rhythm of my heart picked up to an erratic pace. I strained to make out the
color or type of vehicle as I shuffled through the registry of cars I’d seen
behind me so far. Gray Mercedes SUV. Red pickup truck. White Honda
sedan. Black Toyota 4Runner.
But I couldn’t make this one out; it was too far back. That was probably
a good thing. They couldn’t be trailing me from that distance. Except it was
the dead of night, and I had my high beams on.
I swallowed hard and considered turning them off. I was already
terrified of careening off one of the steep drop-offs. Traversing the
mountains of Wolf Gap in the pitch-black darkness pretty much guaranteed
“It’s not him.” I spoke the words quietly to myself, saying them over
and over like a mantra or a whispered prayer. Unfortunately, my prayers had
basically gone unanswered of late, which was why I had made the
ridiculously rash decision to pack a bag and drive two thousand miles from
Nashville to middle-of-nowhere, Oregon, just days before Christmas.
Because I wanted to feel safe for the first time in a year. Wanted to
remember what it was like to breathe deep and feel free. And there was only
one person who’d ever made me feel that way.
It wasn’t that my family wasn’t amazing. My mom and brother would
do anything for me. But they’d already done everything they could and had
paid way too high of a price.
That twisting sensation came back. Guilt. It ate away at me more and
more with every moment that passed. Because I was potentially bringing
trouble to someone else’s doorstep.
I let out a long, steadying breath. “He doesn’t know where you are.”
I’d taken every precaution imaginable. Left my cell phone at home,
opting for a convenience-store burner instead. Took off in the dead of night.
Slept in my car in campgrounds on the way here, instead of checking into
hotels. And hadn’t told a single soul where I was going. I was safe. For
The snowfall picked up speed and strength. The thick, white flakes
clogged my windshield. I clicked my wipers so they moved at super-speed.
Normally, all of this would’ve enchanted me. There was nothing that
said Christmas like a snowstorm, and the snowfall we got in Nashville was
rare and a sad imitation of what was around me now. But I’d also never
driven in it.
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