I couldn’t undo all the things I had already done. All I had to do was find a way to get to my baby and run away from those vile people who took my poor Catherine. I could feel my baby searching and longing for me, cying for me, breaking my heart into tiny pieces. I had to be patient and let those men transport me to their hideout. That was the plan.
One of them dragged me to their van. He was so strong that my body made a loud thud when I landed on the back seat because there were no chairs on there but the hard metallic floor covered with cheap carpet.
I screamed in pain, and the other one snarled at me to shut up, and so I did. I couldn’t afford to upset them more, or my life and Cath’s would be in more peril than we already were. I knew this was a crazy move.
My eyes were teary as I
