The Sound of Her Breathing

In this Thriller the lines blurring between fear and reality. The rain came down in sheets, hammering the roof of the car like a thousand tiny fists. Emily Grayson sat motionless in the driver's seat, her hands trembling on the steering wheel, her breath fogging the windshield in shallow, uneven bursts. She didn't dare wipe it away. The condensation was her shield, blurring the world outside—the world that had just shifted beneath her feet like a fault line cracking open.