-Bella-
“Very well, Bel. I’ll tell you.”
I was practically on the edge of the couch, eager to hear him explain everything. Carter moved closer, causing me to press back against the couch. He sat down on a small brown coffee table in front of me and placed the gun beside him. I couldn’t help but glance at it briefly.
“Don’t even think about it, Bel,” he warned. “If you want to hear what happened, you’ll sit still and stay quiet, understand?”
I nodded. If I could keep him occupied and keep the gun out of reach, maybe someone would notice I was missing and come to my rescue. But I knew better than to rely on that hope. Just because I wasn’t in the house didn’t mean anyone would be looking for me. I could be anywhere—at a friend’s house or out shopping. There were no signs of struggle in m
