Chapter 8: Brady's Death

Khali was startled. Unbeknownst to her, she had drifted off into slumber while in the vehicle. With a furrowed brow and a glance at her wristwatch, she felt a sense of unease wash over her. The time read a mere 3:00 in the morning, yet her mind was already racing with worry. Beside Khali lay a sandwich and a bottle of water, ready for her consumption. She, too, possessed a blanket. The identity of the person responsible for adorning her with the mysterious items eluded her, though she entertained the notion that it could have been Brady.

Khali drew in a deep breath, feeling the beads of sweat on her forehead. With a quick swipe of her hand, she cleared the moisture from her skin. She awoke from a restless slumber, and her mind still shrouded in a haze of confusion. A peculiar dream had visited her at night, yet its contents remained elusive. Despite her best efforts to recall its details, the memory of it slipped through her grasp like sand through her fingers. As Khali wiped her fore