“Rose,” I whispered. “Are you there?”
We were stranded on one of the most extreme coasters in the world, famous for its sickening 400-foot drop. There was no clacking or screeching of cars on tracks, no yelling and screaming of people around me. Everyone was quiet, waiting to see what would happen. All I could think was, maybe they would reverse the ride and bring us back to the start. Then I wouldn’t have to face that drop.
But my relief soon melted into dread. We were stuck in a dark passageway—so dark that when I waved my hands in front of my face, I couldn’t see them. And when you’re in the dark, strapped into a tiny car, with no sense of what is around you . . . things start to get weird.
I reached for Rose. She was riding next to me.
I couldn’t find her.