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…

life sentences without the possibility of parole. Derek Bennett would rot in a concrete box, far warmer than the one he had designed for my children and me, but entirely inescapable.

I had won. Not because the trauma hadn’t nearly destroyed me, but because I absolutely refused to let it be my end.

Chapter 6: Thawing

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