Cali Carter Alexis Monroe Jessa Rhodes May 2026

“I have the director’s cut,” the man said. His voice was smooth, too smooth, like oil over gravel. “The one they buried. The one that shows what really happened out here.”

The crowd went silent. Jessa’s hand found Cali’s arm, her nails digging in just a little.

“We should have flown,” Alexis moaned, dropping her head against the window. “Why did we agree to drive?”