My husband locked me in a commercial freezer to get rid of me and our unborn babies. “No one will find you here,” he whispered, shutting the door. Against all odds, I gave birth to twins in the dark. Just as I lost hope, my husband’s worst enemy opened the door, and what he said next changed everything…

hollow emptiness. I was exactly thirty-two weeks pregnant. My body was already an exhausted vessel, heavy with the weight of two lives, yet I had followed my husband, Derek Bennett, into the labyrinthine sub-levels of his facility. He had spun a plausible lie, something about needing my signature on a misfiled audit report that only I, with my former continue reading …