My Kidnapper Was My Secret Lover
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Three years. That's how long it's been since I crawled out of that basement hell near the Mexican border. I thought LA sunshine would feel like freedom, but standing in my apartment doorway, all I felt was cold.
There was Dylan with my best friend Sophia, her hand resting on her very pregnant belly. The betrayal should have been the worst part of coming home.
It wasn't.
Because sitting on my windowsill were white roses, still wet with morning dew. My blood turned to ice. Ghost used to leave those exact flowers before he... before each session. The FBI swore he was dead. They showed me the body.
Then I saw Kai on campus—Dylan's cousin, supposedly. But the way he held his coffee cup, the slight tilt of his head when he looked at me, even how he breathed... it was like watching Ghost's ghost.
Every instinct I'd honed during those three years in captivity started screaming. I'd survived hell once by trusting my gut. And my gut was telling me I'd never actually escaped at all.
Was I paranoid? Or was my nightmare just getting started?
There was Dylan with my best friend Sophia, her hand resting on her very pregnant belly. The betrayal should have been the worst part of coming home.
It wasn't.
Because sitting on my windowsill were white roses, still wet with morning dew. My blood turned to ice. Ghost used to leave those exact flowers before he... before each session. The FBI swore he was dead. They showed me the body.
Then I saw Kai on campus—Dylan's cousin, supposedly. But the way he held his coffee cup, the slight tilt of his head when he looked at me, even how he breathed... it was like watching Ghost's ghost.
Every instinct I'd honed during those three years in captivity started screaming. I'd survived hell once by trusting my gut. And my gut was telling me I'd never actually escaped at all.
Was I paranoid? Or was my nightmare just getting started?