Mikayla POV
The air felt suffocating, and my lungs stung as I tried to breathe in some much-needed air. The shrill rings echoed through the speaker on my phone as my eyes darted around the parking lot.
“Kay, how are you?” Ryan asked. I had known Ryan for a few years now; he was a police officer back in Cherry Hill, and he was the one who helped me after Max’s twisted abduction. He helped me see I wasn’t a victim, but he also taught me kickboxing.
My heart pounded so hard it ached. My hand trembled, crumpling the note I was clutching.
“He’s found me.” I blurt out, my voice hoarse from the tears I am trying to hold back. My throat burned, and each word I spoke stung like I had swallowed a jar of bees, all of them trying to sting their way out.
“Who’s found you?” The sound of car engine
