Chapter Fifteen
Annie hadn’t slept a wink. Being in another strange house, another strange room, she hadn’t been able to settle. It was hard to relax in a place that wasn’t hers. Of course there was also the fact that six hours earlier, she’d awoken unable to breathe with her husband on top of her, his hands wrapped around her neck, squeezing the life out of her. Now, as she relived it, she had to remind herself that the man on top of her, holding her down, hadn’t been her husband.
Her hand went instantly to her throat, and it brought an ache as she remembered the fear of not being able to reach Sean. She swallowed past the lump, past the soreness that remained even though she’d taken the over-the-counter pain medication Diane had placed in her hand, swallowed with a glass of water after
