“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

vibrating like a trapped hornet. My bridesmaid Tina glanced at the glowing caller ID and sucked in a sharp breath.

“It’s Jason,” Tina stammered, her eyes wide. “He’s already in the elevator.”

Chapter Two: The Digital Panopticon

Panic, raw and uncurated, fractured Margaret’s features. The silver lighter vanished into the depths of her designer clutch continue reading …