The Crash

by Freida McFadden

Simon slipped something into my drink. And then when we got back to my hotel room, he… Oh God.

This man is going to kill me. But not before he does whatever he wants to me.

Maybe this will be fine. After all, I won’t be here long.

Famous last words

But as I search the depth of my handbag, I notice one other thing that’s missing. My pepper spray.

I lift my face to look up at Polly’s eyes, staring down at me. Her eyes are bright green, but in the dim overhead light, they look much darker. And a sudden terrible certainty goes through my head: I’m going to die here.

“If you light a candle before you chop onions, it burns off the toxins so your eyes don’t water.”

Good to know

Like I said, nobody can hear you scream around here.

I’ve got enough pills in that cabinet to kill a horse. Or even more easily, a five-foot-ten woman who weighs approximately 130 pounds whose entire life has fallen apart.

I’m worried that no matter what, I’m leaving here in a body bag.

Because I have a bad feeling that if I don’t do something, neither of us is getting out of here alive.

Soon our family will be complete, just as my mother foretold.

I came here to kill Tegan Werner, to stop her from sending my husband to jail. But the truth is I never could have done it. I didn’t have it in me after all. So instead, I saved her life.

You know you’ve got someone really special when they are able to save you from ruining your own life.