166 — DESMOND STERLING (POV)

I can’t open my eyes. Every little movement seems to drain all my strength. I want to cry. I’m so desperate, so scared, but I can’t open my eyes.

What’s happening?

The smell of gasoline is so strong that I’m having trouble breathing. Everything is dark because I can’t open my heavy eyelids. But I can hear it... not very clearly, but it sounds familiar. I know that voice...

“Of course, I’m going t