Emily's POV.

The ropes dug into my wrists, rough and unrelenting, but I didn’t flinch. The blindfold pressed against my eyes, blocking everything, leaving me with only the sensation of movement as the car sped down a road I couldn’t see. The gag in my mouth made it impossible to speak, not that I had anything to say.

I had let them take me.

Not a single struggle, not a single scream.

I had just stood there, staring down the barrel of the gun, waiting. And when they grabbed me, when they yanked me away, I only looked back once…at the little boy, still frozen where I’d left him, his...