My husband shoved me, shattering the bathroom mirror. His mother sneered, “Clean up this disgusting mess.” But as I fell, my husband roared, “What’s in your pocket?!” The red LED of my federal distress fob pulsed. Denied the third click, I threw myself onto the broken glass, and…

Thorne quietly closed the door and locked it behind them.

“Change of plans, Sarah,” Vance sneered, pacing at the foot of the bed. “We’re not waiting for tomorrow. Mom found the encrypted files on your laptop. She found your little investigation.”

My stomach dropped into a bottomless abyss.

My background in corporate communications and digital design had continue reading …