breathing in the taste of what could only be human excrement and/or decay. It took every ounce of courage to lift her head just enough to peer into the rearview mirror. What she saw made her stomach ice over. A woman stared back at her. Greasy strands of dark hair hung over her face, thick like heavy curtains. She gasped when she noticed the woman’s eyes hidden beneath the strands, opened so wide that they looked like golf balls embedded in her pale flesh.
