The phone line ends, leaving me torn and anxious about what to do next and I get too occupied that I do not expect the knock that comes to my door, causing me to jump, a bit startled almost immediately.

An unpleasant feeling coils in my stomach as I debate whether to open the door for the stranger sent here by Keenan to pick me up.

‘What if Keenan's aim is to get you killed?!' my pessimistic mind yells at me. ‘That way, he won't have to go through the trouble of divorce. What ...