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Prologue
Overheard in Lily Rock
“I love the town of Lily Rock. Their lies are so authentic.”
Fog rolled over the mountain road. Despite the poor visibility, the woman drove as if her life depended upon it.
A sharp curve to the right—her squealing tires issued a warning.
Tentatively removing one hand from the steering wheel, she kept her eyes on the road, her fingers reaching down for her windshield wipers. Swish. The blade on the glass moved to the left, then the right. Her gaze remained fixed on the road in front of her. Reaching over the steering wheel, she swiped with her hand at the thick condensation blocking her view from inside the car.
Veering into the next curve, she felt her stomach lurch. Brakes squealed again as the car catapulted into an unexpected second hairpin turn. Her head lolled to the right. As she came out of the curve, she pushed the button on the foggy driver’s side door and rolled down the window, revealing clouds of fog.
Another vehicle rumbled behind her car, close to her bumper.
“I guess somebody’s in a big hurry,” she snapped to the empty car.
The window slid shut as she looked out of the front windshield to the right, then the left. No turnout lane yet. Tightness stiffened her neck as her hands began to shake on the wheel. Stop tailgating me. Please.
She felt the tires slip on the road, the car floating for a moment. As she slammed on the brakes, her body heaved against the seat belt, her neck and head rocking forward then back. Her stomach came up to her throat.
As her car skidded toward the cliff, she only had one thought:
I finally know how I will die.