Wilson's eyes scanned the rearview mirror, his mind racing with anticipation. He had expected Charlotte to be hot on his heels, her anger driving her to confront him once again.

But as the miles flew by, and there was no sign of her, Wilson's expression turned from smug to surprised. Where was she? Had she finally given up?

"No, that was impossible." He thought.

A shiver ran down his spine as he thought about the secrets he had kept hidden for so long. Charlotte's mother, captive in his grasp, was just one of many secrets he had kept from her.

How had Charlotte found out? Who had informed, her? He...