"You must surely love him that much." I said after she had hung up.

"He is my husband and I can't let bad things happen to him." Her way of expressing her love reminded me of Alex and I hated that he had become so vile.

Getting up from the couch, I made my way to the kitchen, hoping to make some juice for us, when I noticed something odd. A black van parked at the side of the gate and immediately I knew something was amiss.

I rushed back into the living room, pulling the curtains apart and seeing several armed men making their way to the entrance of...