THANK GOD FOR CHAMPAGNE. I WOULD HAVE BEEN A NERVOUS WRECK IF I hadn’t had the calming effects of alcohol dulling my senses. As it was, I still swam in a pool of my own chaotic emotions, but at least I hadn’t needed to throw up from the uncertainty of it all. It took a half hour to get to Conner’s apartment building, and we spent the entire ride in silence. Next to one another but alone. Husband and wife. Total strangers. But that didn’t matter to Conner. He’d made his plans for me clear. He’d claimed my life, and now my body would be his as well. Breathe, Noemi. www.ajpdf.com Conner lived in one of the newest high-rise apartment buildings in the middle of the city. I’d grown up in a periphery neighborhood that boasted single-family homes and a surprising allotment of trees. While I was us
