“Good luck, Lena!” Chase shouted. “It’s only three hundred miles home!”
The truck vanished.
I stood beside a nearly deserted gas station with no purse, no wallet, and no water.
I had entered the store because Kyle complained that he was too tired to buy his own energy drink. I had been trying to take care of my husband.
In return, he left me beneath the unforgiving sun so he could turn my fear into entertainment.
Almost an hour later, my phone vibrated.
One percent battery.
A message from Kyle appeared.
Don’t be angry, babe. It’s just a prank for our channel. We’ll come back soon. Calm down.
The screen went black before I could respond.
I stared at my reflection in the dark glass.
I did not scream.
I did not cry.
Something inside me simply became quiet.
This was the man I had promised to love for the rest of my life. He had decided my terror and humiliation were funny enough to share with strangers.
