The old mill stood ahead, a hulking silhouette against the night sky.

Elise slowed only when the ground beneath her shoes shifted from asphalt to gravel, crunching beneath each hurried step she took.

Her lungs burned as her body protested to give up.

She was finally at the old mill she had been told to come to, but there were no signs of an emergency or Alejandro’s car.

Another fear began to rise in her chest, of whether she had come to the right location. She reached for her phone wanting to check if there were any extra clues, or maybe, call the driver and inform him of her current...