Mille-Rose POV
I swallowed hard. My palms instantly turned clammy as I gripped the leather seat, his words echoing in my mind over and over, just then came the voice through the news.
I almost didn’t understand what the announcer was saying, she was talking too fast, but then I heard my name, Mille-Rose Harvey…and my heart stopped. I knew they were talking about me. About everything that had happened and probably my disappearance.
I had been so caught up in my thoughts about starting a new life here in Mexico that I didn’t even notice the radio was on.
Gerald, stole another glance at me in the rearview mirror, a faint smile curling his lips. It gave me the shivers.
“Esta bien, señorita? Te ves… acostada.”
“I’m fine,” I forced out, trying not to let my panic show. But what I didn’t
