She and Devon live together. They have a shared bank account and were thinking about adopting a dog. They have a life together, and I’m about to bring it all crashing down.
“He isn’t dead,” I say softly, cradling Tati’s head in my lap, smoothing down her blonde hair.
Sadie’s eyes go wide, hope flaring inside of her. “You’ve seen him? Is he here?”
I nod to both questions. “He is here, but it isn’t what you think, Sadie. He’s working for them.”
A line forms between her brows.
“Actually, I think he’s leading them,” I admit, shaking my head to try and deny the horror of it. “He came in here earlier and said that … he said Dmitry sold us to him, but I know that isn’t true.”
“You’re wrong,” Sadie says quickly. “Devon wouldn’t do this to me. Why would he do this?”
I try to explain to her t
