Rebecca
My mind wanders as I peer out the window, trying to figure out how to get Fallon out of this mess. Everything I did was to keep them safe from my mistake; even so, history seems to have repeated itself. Watching Mikhail, my heart twists painfully in my chest at what he took from me. It was so much more than he could ever fathom. To rip a mother from her children is one of the cruelest things, yet a mother having to force herself to forget her children in order to save them is a different type of torture.
I was twenty-one. Strung out. Broke. Emma was barely three weeks old and already running fevers that the hospital couldn’t explain. I needed money. Fast.
I knew a man, Mikhail. Mid-level drug dealer. Paranoid. Brutal. Careless. He’d stashed a batch of gear in a safe house where
