Chapter 11Allison’s townhouse was empty. Ian slipped inside the front door and stood in the foyer, gathering his nerve. Why? He had no clue, only the anticipation of what he might find, Adam, hopefully. But no luck.
Yet, reminders of his presence lingered, leaving Ian to investigate the dark apartment. The constant low hum of the refrigerator running grew increasingly loud as did his boots clomping against the hardwood floors. Ian noted the items left out, the evidence of a family’s hurried exit.
Promise me right here, right now. You’ll never use someone I love against me.
You have my word.
But Adam no longer believed him if he ever had. Ian hadn’t come here to hurt her or anyone else. He only wanted to find Adam before it was too late. And then—
Ian hadn’t planned that far ahead. Wha
