Becky eased the car to a gentle stop in the dimly lit garage nestled behind the house, silencing the engine with a decisive twist of the key. Her hands gripped the steering wheel and twisted until the leather creaked angrily under her palms and her knuckles turned pale.
Her heart hammered relentlessly against her ribcage, its erratic beats causing her breaths to come in shallow gasps. A throbbing pain began to build in her temples, threatening to split her head in two. And who could blame her when she couldn’t get the image of Roman and his little secret family out of her head? It was as though she saw it every time she blinked.
At this point, she could almost accurately draw the woman’s face if she was given the right material. The image was burned into her brain, even though she had l
