y. The rain had finally stopped, but

Her entire body was locked in a rigid tr

n gate groaned. The metal

ed to step forward, but her legs wouldn't bend. She

edo walking do

s Mr.

, reduced to a dry scrape. She looked at him with wide, hopef

clamped together. The look in his eyes made Dorothea's stomach drop. It was a

e bag he was holding. He pulled out a f

g the bright screen direc

ce devoid of any warmth, li

eyes to focus. It was a tex

t Room. You need to get

I know! But I told her I could

was half-laugh, half-sob. He sw

there: Sorry Em, stuc

ten minutes later, was another m

h a baby, I'll come keep you

rom Dorothea's head. Th

hard her neck cracked. "No, I never sent

ther's raw agony. "She waited for you in that hellhole becau

thea cried, trying t

o heavy. She cou

back, stepping away from he

urning to ice. "He told me to give you a message. Ge

e entire night of torture-the freezing rain, the humili

d, her vision going

aid, staring down at her, "is watching my da

the fin

he collapsed onto the wet, sharp grave

up the driveway, and the heavy iron gates sl

ouds, hitting her back, but she couldn't feel the heat. Her brain was a

how long she sta

er back to reality. A sleek black sedan