Lucy
The car drove for so long that I started to feel drowsy. I thought I was too scared to fall asleep, but the grumble of the engine and the vibration and sensation of movement eventually lulled me off to sleep. I dreamed I was back in my bed at Nana Charlie’s house, safe and warm and comfortable, but I couldn't find my pillow. And for some reason, I had a tire iron in my bed.
I didn’t wake up until the trunk opened and a blast of cold air hit me in the face. “Wake up, Lucy,” a harsh female voice demanded.
I couldn’t see the woman very well. There was a light in the trunk that turned on when it opened, and an outside light shining over an unfamiliar door on a strange little house.
It struck me as odd that the lady knew my name.
“Who are you?” I asked, feeling very grumpy and irri
