![]() ![]() The windshield wipers made a rhythmic thumping noise as they fought to keep her front window clear. Thin scraps of Bethany’s voice made it through the static, not enough for Clare to hear the words, but enough to let her know she wasn’t alone. The phone, nestled in the cup holder between the front seats, crackled. “Everything will be okay.” Clare leaned forwards, hunched against the steering wheel as she fought to see through the snow pelting her windshield. ![]() * BingeBooks earns revenue from qualifying purchases as an Amazon Associate as well as from other retail partners. something monstrous, something unfeeling. Something is waiting for her to step outside the fragile safety of the house. Between the claustrophobic storm and the inescapable sense of being hunted, Clare is on edge.and increasingly certain of one thing: He promised they were alone here, but she sees and hears things that convince her something else is creeping about the surrounding woods, watching. ![]() ![]() Clare wants to leave, but a vicious snowstorm has blanketed the world in white, trapping them together, and there's nothing she can do but wait.Īt least the stranger seems kind.but Clare doesn't know if she can trust him. When she wakes, aching and afraid in a stranger's gothic home, he tells her she was in an accident. She remembers dark shapes in the snow and a terror she can't explain. She remembers abandoned cars and children's toys littered across the road. ![]()
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