Sarah's POV
I had stopped crying over an hour ago. The jagged, gasping sobs had smoothed out into a hollow, rhythmic breathing that matched the hum of the sedan’s tires. My face felt tight, the salt of my tears drying into a mask that felt almost as artificial as the one Jason had forced me to wear at the gala.
I sat pressed against the cold leather of the backseat, my forehead leaning against the tinted glass as I tried to track our progress. I had lived in New York my entire life, but as the skyline dissolved into the rearview mirror, the world began to change into something unrecognizable. The dense thickets of concrete and neon bled into rolling, lightless hills. The city turned rural, the gas stations becoming fewer and farther between until there were no lights at all, just the sw
