trust him.
But the road remained empty.
The building was called Cactus Jack’s Last Chance Gas Station. A faded sign warned that the next gas station was eighty-seven miles away. Beyond the single pump and the small convenience store, there was nothing but heat, desert scrub, and distant mountains.
Then I remembered that my purse, wallet, and phone were inside the truck.
Kyle asked me to buy him an energy drink. Since I thought we’d only be there for two minutes, I left everything behind.
Inside the store, I asked
