I closed my eyes. Everything I had buried for so long surged up at once.
Seven years of letters, every one ending with the words, 'Wait for me. I'll come home and marry you.'
Everyone back home saying Ryan had made something of himself without forgetting where he came from.
The way he used to hold my hand as we raced along the field paths, grass brushing our calves and making us itch.
And that night, before he shoved me into Damian's room, when he forced the pill into my mouth, he said, "Be good and cooperate. Don't make this difficult."
I opened my eyes.
"The truth is, your fiancée is—"
I never finished.
Something slammed onto the roof with a deafening crash, rocking the entire car.
Caleb cursed and pulled a collapsible baton from beneath his seat.
At last, Ryan looked away from
