Laura
It was 10 a.m. when I stepped into the black SUV, the guard assigned to me already seated in the driver’s seat. My hands were clammy, and my stomach churned, but I kept my face composed. Any flicker of emotion could give me away.
David’s watchful eye seemed to follow me everywhere, even when he wasn’t present. The weight of his control was suffocating, but for once, I felt the faintest glimmer of hope. Today’s visit to Andrew wasn’t what it seemed.
The guard drove in silence, his hands gripping the wheel, his expression neutral but alert. Every turn he made seemed to amplify the unease settling in my chest. I glanced at the rearview mirror, half-expecting another car trailing us, but the road was empty.
When we finally arrived at the Thompson mansion at 10:45 a.m., Andrew was wai
