Becky’s heart raced, the tendrils of panic wrapping around her as she struggled against the restraints that bound her wrists. The handcuffs jangled against the headboard, their metallic sound drawing Cole’s attention back to her. She had hoped he was leaving, but instead, he lingered at the doorway, as if awaiting someone or something.
One thing was for sure: Cole couldn’t have pulled this off on his own. Becky had several speculations about who else was involved and none of her options gave her much hope. Every person she thought of adding another layer of danger and hate to the equation.
She met Cole’s gaze and held it. Nobody knew more than her how love and affection were fickle in families, especially when blood wasn’t fully shared. She had her relationship with her stepmother to dra
