I couldn’t undo all the things I did already. All I had to do was to find a way to get to my baby and run away from those vile people who took my poor Catherine. I could feel my baby looking for me and calling my name, and it broke my heart into tiny pieces. I had to be patient and let these men transport me to their hideout. That was the plan.

One of them dragged me to their van. He was so strong that my body made a loud thud when I landed on the back seat because there were no chairs on there but the hard...