Lance

For several days now, I have been locked inside this room.

But I knew this place belonged to my father—just one of the many private properties quietly hidden under the Richardson family name. Houses that were only used for vacations or discreet business matters.

Outside the door, two men were always standing guard.

My father’s men.

It was obvious they had strict orders not to let me leave.

I had no phone.

No laptop.

Nothing I could use to communicate with the outside world.

And with every passing hour, there was only one person on my mind.

Alice.

I didn’t know what she was feeling right now. I didn’t...