Renee’s POV
Eric’s father eyes widen in surprise. I blow some hair out of my face but it doesn’t do much and wet curls still stick to my sweaty forehead. I strain to listen to hear what the other person on the end of the line says.
Something tells me, Eric’s father, what was his name again? Isn’t expect anyone to pick up. Which means someone knows I’m missing. My gut tells me it’s Eric and if I could just eat his voice that would fuel me with enough strength to keep going because right now I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on.
My body is drenched with sweat, the new location I’ve been brought to is hot and stuffy. Were inside some kind of warehouse. The industrial fan sits idly above like it’s mocking me. My head throbs which makes me feel sick and above all, anxiety causes me t
