“WHAT DO you mean by that?”
Fright settled inside my heart, taking a root deep within my chest. For days, I had been with Knox, locked inside a room where he tortured me and forced himself on me. For days, I had hoped that someone would come quickly and save me. For days, all I could think about was my children, and how worried Flint and Rita would be. For days, I had walked the journey back with Sawyer, knowing that Knox was no longer capable of hurting me inside the secured cage he was in.
But now, as I had been able to take my first relieved breath for the first time in a long time, someone had put another knife deep in my throat and took my chance of breathing again. To make it worse, that someone had to be Rita. The person that I trusted the most. The woman who helped me. Saved me.
