Slipping Away

The morning sun bled gold over the skyline, but inside the car, the air felt strangely thick.

She didn’t know where he was taking her.

But it wasn’t to coffee.

Lyra’s throat tightened. Her fingers itched to reach for her phone, but it was buried deep in her bag — and her limbs felt too slow, too heavy. Her heartbeat thudded louder with every second, but her body… her body was slipping.