“Miss Moonvalor, have you received any phone calls from the prisoner recently? Has he tried to make any kind of contact with you?” Her home is filled with police and investigators.
She is supposed to be feeling safest right now, but all she can think about is that he is going to walk through that door and take her away at any moment. She keeps looking in the direction of the door unable to say much.
“No, I’ve been with her every possible second, but he hasn’t made any kind of contact,” Noah answers on her behalf.
She looks into his eyes and hers is filled with tears.
“I can’t, Noah. I can’t go through this again.” She feels the fear rush through her entire body as adrenaline burns her nerve endings of her skin.
Her stomach is making all sorts of flip-flops and nausea is pushing up he
