Mia drives nights to pay the bills. Empty streets. Quiet car. Strangers who don't talk.
But tonight, the same woman requests the same ride three times.
First ride: the passenger says nothing. The seatbelt is wet.
Second ride: the GPS glitches. The rearview shows an empty seat?but Mia hears breathing.
Third ride: Mia doesn't look back. She doesn't need to.
Because the woman in the back seat has been dead since 1997.
And she's smiling.