Annabelle hadn’t seen Dante in almost a week.

She told herself it was a blessing. She was better off without his cruel words and that relentless gaze of his that seemed to strip her bare. She told herself she didn’t care.

Her time and energy were occupied by something far more important anyway.

Going out of her mind with worries about her sister.

Cathy was still missing. That worry alone was enough to drive her insane.

The thought of Tad finding and hurting her kept Annabelle’s chest in a constant state of tightness.

It was hard to breathe and think, but she didn’t have the luxury of breaking down.

“Maybe...