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
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