“Every time my brother-in-law drove me home from work, I would become unusually drowsy and wake up hours later with no memory of the journey. My husband always laughed off my concerns. “Sofia, you’re just exhausted. You spend too many hours sitting at your desk.”
But after the fourth mysterious incident, I secretly recorded the entire ride. That night, I heard my brother-in-law say, “She’s asleep again.” Then my husband’s voice came through the car speakers: “Perfect. Take her to the usual place.
Vanessa is already there. Make sure the photographs look convincing.” I replayed his words three times, my hands shaking. My husband wasn’t worried about my mysterious blackouts. He was the one arranging what happened while I couldn’t remember.
It was exactly 11:08 p.m. when I opened my eyes.
I was sitting in the passenger seat of my brother-in-law’s SUV, parked in the underground garage of
