Abby sat curled up in the corner of the cold shipping container, her back pressed against the wall and her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The thin mattress beneath her, while rough and stiff, at least wasn't dirty. For some reason, that felt like a small mercy.
But no amount of relative comfort could settle her mind. Her thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, spinning, crashing into one another, no clear path, no answers, only fear and confusion.
Max… are you dealing with dangerous people again? she thought, staring blankly at the metal floor in front of her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks before she even realized she was crying again. With a trembling hand, she wiped them away with her sleeve, trying to pull herself together. But even as she did, her mind drifted to something else, something that began to piece things together.
It had been over an hour since she was thrown into this container, and in that time, the terrifying truth had become clearer.
