My Story

Previously

…I reached the car and sat in the driver's seat, the key and photograph on the passenger seat. I started the engine and pulled out onto the dark road. The headlights cut through the night, illuminating the dust and the grass. I drove toward the town, toward the building I had seen in the photograph. The hatch on the roof. The key in my hand. The thread was almost complete. But as I drove, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was not just following—I was being led. And the person leading me was closer than I thought.