“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…

agreed to his conditions. Inpatient psychological evaluation, followed by intense, heavily moderated familial counseling.”

I laced my fingers through his, feeling the sudden tension in his knuckles. “Whatever happens in that room,” I promised, “we do not break rank.”

“Some blazes are designed to reduce you to ash,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my continue reading …