I never thought it would happen to me. One minute, Jenna and I were laughing on the swings, waiting for the boys we’d been texting all week. The next—hands over our mouths, the world spinning as we were dragged into a van. No one screamed. No one came. Now we’re moving, blindfolded, hearts pounding. I’m Eva. I’m sixteen. And if we don’t act fast, no one will ever find us.