Now it hit me.

The cousin I'd raised... and the woman I'd loved for five years—were they together?

***

The car tore down the highway.

Music slammed so loud the windows rattled.

They kept yelling, laughing, acting like idiots.

My grip tightened on the wheel, knuckles going white.

After who even knows how long, Felix killed the music and dropped back. "I'm done. I'm wiped."

Vincent and Donelia crashed too, slumped in their seats, breathing hard, faces finally losing that stupid flush.

Silence.

No music now.

And just like that, the cold started creeping in.

Lana shivered, then punched me from the back. "Landon Lloyd, you dead or what? You don't know how to turn on the heat? Trying to freeze us?"

I gave a faint smile and tapped the heat button in front of her.

The screen flickered—then died.

"It won't start. Deal with it."

They lost it.

Donelia snapped first. "Landon, you did this on purpose!"

Felix jumped in, dripping sarcasm. "You agreed to buy the speakers. Now you're getting payback? That's petty."

Lana didn't bother playing nice. She grabbed my jacket. "Give me your coat! I'm pregnant, remember? You don't care about me at all! Why did I ever marry someone this cold?"

I locked my grip on the collar and didn't budge.

"Whoever caused this can deal with it," I said, eyes on the road. "I'm driving. It's slick. I'm not taking it off."

That set them off.

Vincent and Donelia started yelling, slapping the seats, calling me heartless, ungrateful—same old garbage.

Lana snapped. She clawed at my coat, nails dragging bloody lines down my neck.

"Take it off! If anything happens to my baby, you'll regret it!"

She yanked.

The wheel jerked.

The car swerved hard, tires screeching, almost kissing the guardrail.

I wrestled it straight and slammed the brakes.

"Enough!"

Lana kept yanking at me.

Fine.

I ripped off the jacket and tossed it back.

Cold air punched through my sweater, straight to the bone.

Good.

It cleared my head.

I started the car again.

Lana wrapped up in my jacket, finally satisfied, and left me alone.

They busted out snacks and drinks, laughing, talking, eating like it was a party.

Not one of them said a word to me.

Like I was just the driver.

My heart sank.

So that's what all those years meant—nothing.

I freed a hand, pulled out my phone, and shot off a message.

All four phones buzzed at once—same unknown number.

They glanced down.

Then swore and deleted it.

"What the hell. So much spam."

I smirked.

The car rolled on.

The sky darkened.

The wind picked up.

They got colder.

In the back, Vincent and Donelia shivered, sneezing nonstop.

I was freezing too.

My body locked up. My hands on the wheel went numb.

At this rate, I'd freeze before the car even died.

I glanced at the bag on the passenger seat.

Reached for it, about to grab some bread for warmth.

We left that morning. Not a drop of water all day. I'd been driving the whole time. I was drained.

Then Lana yanked the bag away.

"Don't touch it." She shot me a look. "You let us freeze like this. You don't get to eat. Drive. Find a rest stop."

Vincent and Donelia jumped in.

"Our daughter got cursed marrying a loser like you. You still wanna eat? Fix this first."

***

"Wanna warm up? Easy." I stayed calm. "Turn the speakers back on. Move a little. You'll heat up."

Felix brightened right up.

He hit the power again.

The DJ music blasted back—rough, weaker, laced with static.

No one cared. They started moving again.

We were getting close to the mountain road.

My chest tightened. My palms got slick.

Night dropped fast.

Snow started falling.

Then—

A sharp crackle.

The music died.

Every light on the dash blinked out.

The car jerked—then stopped cold.

Total darkness swallowed the cabin.

"Ah!"

Lana, Vincent, and Donelia screamed.

Then—silence.

Lana snapped first. She kicked my seat. "Landon! What now? Do something!"

I rubbed my frozen fingers. "What else? Call roadside."

Last time, Lana made the call.

Not this time.

All their phones were dead.

That "spam" text?

Not spam.

I had Tech Ops slip in a Trojan.

Drained their batteries fast.

Now I was the only one who could get them out of this.

This time, they weren't kicking me out of the car.

I pulled out my phone, lit up the screen.

In the dim glow, something flashed in the rearview.

Lana and Felix—quick glance.

My heart skipped.

Next second, Lana snatched my phone.

"I'll call!"

She dialed, said a few words, hung up.

"Roadside says the roads are iced over. Two hours," she said.

I reached for my phone.

She shoved it under her, then winced.

"Oh... my stomach. Landon, it hurts. Go check if anyone's nearby. If we wait two hours, the baby and I will freeze..."

Same exact lines.

Last time, I bought it—pregnant, freezing, in pain. Didn't think twice. I got out.

A hundred yards later, I slipped on the ice and went off the cliff.

So this time, I didn't move.

"I'm not going. If anyone's going, Felix should. He's young. I haven't eaten or had water all day. I'm freezing. I can't walk."

Lana froze—then broke into tears. "I'm carrying your child! You're this cold? You want us to freeze to death?"

Vincent and Donelia jumped out, rushed the driver's side, grabbing at me.

"Get out!" Vincent roared. "Lana's pregnant with your kid, and this is how you act? What's wrong with you?"

Donelia snapped, "You ungrateful asshole! Snake! We say go—you go!"

I jerked my arm free.

She slapped me, hard.

Vincent grabbed my hair, yanking me toward the door.

Before, I took it for Lana.

Not anymore.

I kicked them both down.

Lana froze—then lost it. "You hit my parents? I'll kill you!"

She grabbed a speaker and swung.

I twisted, not fast enough.

It slammed into the back of my head. Warm blood ran down.

Then she slapped me.

I gritted my teeth, grabbed her wrist, and slammed her to the ground. "Lana Ramsey, you're crazy? Or you and Felix been hooking up this whole time, setting me up?"

Right then, Felix grabbed my phone and called his dad—Uncle Caleb.

The call went through. He started crying. "Dad, Mom, help me! Landon hit Vincent and Donelia and said I'm messing around with his wife..."

He shoved the phone at me.

Uncle Caleb blew up. "Landon! You animal! After your parents died, we raised you! Trusted you to look after Felix, not bully him! You touch him again, we'll dig up your parents and ask how they raised a son like you!"

My fists tightened. I forced it down. "Go ahead. Try touching my parents' graves."

I hung up and shoved the phone back in my pocket.

Lana lunged again. Felix held her back.

He went to the car, dug around, then came back. Stopped in front of me, impatient. "Fine. I'll go with you. Happy?"

Snowlight hit his face. Something in me went tight.

My phone rang.

I answered.

Sadie's voice came through. "Mr. Lloyd! I reached the rescue team. We'll be there in ten minutes!"

Ten minutes?

My eyes narrowed.

In that second, it all clicked.

No time to think.

I turned and ran.

Behind me, Felix's footsteps closed in. "Why're you running? Slow down! I can't keep up!"

He was five years younger. Fed, warm.

I hadn't eaten all day. I was frozen stiff.

A few steps in, he grabbed my coat and yanked me down into the snow.

In the pale light, he pulled a crowbar.

"Landon, you're getting old. Why not hand everything over to me?"

The greed in his eyes—clear as day.

The crowbar came down at my chest.

No time. I threw myself down the slope with everything I had left.

I rolled through the snow, slammed into rocks. Pain ripped through me.

Lucky—this slope wasn't as steep as last time.

I ignored it, forced myself forward.

But I was running on nothing.

I dropped face-first into the snow. Couldn't get up.

Then ahead—a voice I knew.

"Mr. Lloyd! We're here!"