The Fine Line Between Sanity & Madness.

I keep my eyes fixed on the winding road ahead of me, my hands grip the steering wheel tightly as my mind continues to fight me for control. I’ve been driving for what feels like an eternity, following Davis's precise instructions with unwavering determination.

As I sit in the driver’s seat, the silence lingering between us is deafening.

My mind suddenly goes blank, devoid of any escape plans. Which is a strange feeling, considering my usual knack for finding a way out of any situation.

But I guess being abducted and trying to find solutions to how I’m going to keep the power on in my bakery for the next month isn’t the same.

I think a part of me is curious to find out where Davis is taking me and who it is that he plans to introduce me to.

“Take the next right and drive down the long road until you see a large yellow steel fence,” Davis instructs, looking out the window with his gaze eating up the scenery.

I do as he says, slowing down as the yellow fence he described comes into view