SAMANTHA'S POV
I regained consciousness, feeling a throbbing pain in my head. This room was different from where I'd been drugged—it was cold, with an unfamiliar odor that hinted at disuse. Fear gripped my heart as the door creaked open. Henry, the man I'd dated for four years, had betrayed me. Despite his sweet and caring demeanor during our relationship, he now held me hostage.
I pressed my back against the nearest wall, my mind drifting to Alexa. We'd had a fight last week, our longest one yet. Shame washed over me for arguing with her, especially given her mother's condition. If I were to die here, I hoped Alexa knew how deeply I loved her and how sorry I felt.
Sarah, thankfully, would no longer be blackmailed because of me. I hoped she could heal from her trauma and ensure Ramirez
