Death Sentence

SERAFINA

The van jerked over a bump, slamming me sideways against the car. Pain shot through my shoulder, but it was nothing compared to the storm inside my head. Regrets circled me like vultures. Every choice, every secret I kept, every chance I missed to open my mouth, it all pressed down on me.

Vance’s voice carried from the front seat. Calm. Confident. Like he wasn’t handing me over like cargo