The saliva in her mouth suddenly turned thick and creamy. It tasted of metal. Or was it blood? What was happening to her? Maybe she was dehydrated. When did she last drink water? She didn’t know. She couldn’t remember. Perhaps she hadn’t had anything to drink all day. With that thought in her mind, she suddenly desperately wanted a drink of water. She glanced over to the center console. No bottles there. Her dad might have some under his seat, but she didn’t want to ask. The dull ache sharpened into a knife of pain, stabbing behind both her eyes and at the base of her skull. A high-pitched
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