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Chapters (48)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT
  3. CONTENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. ONE
  6. TWO
  7. THREE
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Abbi says Kate is the one who locked her inside the van. She heard them talking while she was inside about how much they’d missed each other and how proud the Lord must be of them. It makes me sick,” Scott said.

I reached out and took his hand. “She’s delusional, Scott. That’s what you’ve never understood. I’m sure she used to be a rational and logical human being, but she’s been warped. But right now, we can’t focus on that. We need to go to Abbi. She needs us.”

FORTY-THREE

FORTY-THREE

ABBI

NOW

The police station resembled my doctor’s office. It even had stands filled with old magazines. The only telltale sign was the receptionist’s desk shrouded in Plexiglas. The room was practically empty except for a woman in the corner frantically tapping away on her phone. Dad gripped my arm while the receptionist pressed the button requesting an officer to take us back to Mom. They’d kept me in the hospital overnight for observation, and I’d begged Dad to take me to the police station before he brought me home. He didn’t like the idea, but Meredith encouraged him to take me, and he’d finally relented. Meredith had opted out of the meeting, saying she was exhausted and needed to lie down, but she didn’t want to see Mom any more than he did.

The doors buzzed, and an officer walked through, scanning us up and down on the spot. I’d expected him to be in his uniform, but he was wearing a collared shirt tucked into formal pants. “Scott Bennett?” he asked. A clear formality since there wasn’t another man in the room.

Dad stepped forward, and I fell in line next to him.

“This way,” the officer said.

Dad and I didn’t speak as we followed him down the corridor. A series of identical metal doors lined each side. My head throbbed with a headache that hadn’t left since they’d thrown me in the van. I didn’t like how the pain medication made me feel, so I hadn’t taken any this morning, but I was starting to regret it. Dad kept turning around to make sure I was okay. He wasn’t going to let me out of his sight for a long time, but I was okay with that. All I wanted to do was curl up in a blanket on the couch at home and watch movies once this was over with.