Chapter Twenty
Arabella
I woke up the next morning, alone. Chase had already left for work, and tension filled me. Are they still here?
Although unsure of how many men my father had looking for me, I knew how they did things when trying to find someone back home. I had watched them organizing from my upstairs window more times than I could count.
Thinking about it now, I remembered one sunny afternoon in particular. There had been a lot of banging downstairs, and then shouting had followed shortly after. The next thing I knew, men in their signature black suits and matching fedoras had jumped into their black Cadillacs and began driving slowly on the streets of our neighborhood.
Mom had come into my bedroom, spotting me as I sat by the window. “Come, Arabella. There’s nothing for you
