CHAPTER 17
MARY
Waiting for Hector to show up with Zoe was torture. Mary paced a hole in the carpet, her eyes focused on the front door, trying to will Zoe and Hector to appear through it.
“Can I get you anything?” Jazzy asked.
She shook her head. No, she didn’t want anything. Anything she’d eat would taste like ash anyway. Hector would find Zoe, she had total faith in him. It was the aftermath that worried her. Zoe had been gone for less than twenty-four hours, but damage didn’t need hours for it to happen. It could happen in the blink of an eye. One wrong touch, one wrong look, and she could be scarred for life.
“I can’t believe this is happening.”
When Tess had told them who’d abducted Zoe, it had taken her a second to recall who Ivan was. Then she remembered, and her fear for Zoe
