Sam froze.
Her heart stopped, breath caught in her throat.
She let out a shaky exhale. Wasn't she being childish? Hadn't she told herself to accept her fate?
Where exactly was she planning to run to?
This was her husband now. That was the fact.
But the doorknob still looked temptingly escape-worthy.
I could still run away, right?
"You fainted earlier. You need to rest. Go lie back down," Dave said softly, but there was an unmistakable command in his voice.
"Who gave you the right to tell me what to do?" Sam snapped, rolling her eyes and shutting the door behind her.
Then she turned and froze.
He was a few feet away. But...
Sam's throat tightened. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision. No... no, it couldn't be. She shook her head, eyes wide.
Her lips quivered. Her teet
