CHAPTER EIGHT
Knowing she was about to faint, Ashley collapsed onto the antique settee in the downstairs bathroom of Clark and Miranda Holbrook’s southern colonial mansion. With the room spinning around her, she pressed her eyes shut and forced herself to take several deep breaths.
Ethan’s mugshot loomed before her, seared into her mind. The accompanying news article she’d read on her phone terrified her to the core. Somehow deep in her soul, she’d known the worst would happen – that her ex-husband would escape from prison – and now her premonition had come true.
He would be coming after her; Ashley knew that for certain. He could even be at her house now, hiding in the shadows, waiting for her to come home. He might be planning to kidnap her and hold her hostage for testifying aga
