CARTER POV
I groaned.
My head was killing me. The agonizing throbbing was coming in constant waves. I tried to lift my arm to feel the source of my head pain, only to discover that a rope tied it down.
Groggily, I assessed my surroundings, taking in the unfamiliar territory. I was captured, tied in rogue territory, and no one knew where I was. This was the last thing I wanted to happen, but I also regretted nothing. I would go to the end to find out where Carissa was. I owed it to Lindy, and I owed it to Carissa.
My mind was foggy, but I vaguely remembered following my son Matthew away from the packhouse. At the same time, everyone slept soundly and headed towards the location of an abandoned warehouse surrounded by red dirt. I knew it.
All these months. I was gaslighted by everyone I
