Emily's POV.
The ropes dug into my wrists, rough and unrelenting, but I didn’t flinch. The blindfold pressed against my eyes, blocking everything, leaving me with only the sensation of movement as the car sped down a road I couldn’t see. The gag in my mouth made it impossible to speak, not that I had anything to say.
I had let them take me.
Not a single struggle, not a single scream.
I had just stood there, staring down the barrel of the gun, waiting. And when they grabbed me, when they yanked me away, I only looked back once…at the little boy, still frozen where I’d left him, his big, terrified eyes locked on mine.
I had waved. Just a small, lazy wave. Nothing dramatic.
Then they shoved me into the car, blindfolded me, tied me up, and now here I was.
The drive was long. Longer than
