“Well, well,” Adam said, his voice light with mock excitement. “Your wedding dress.”

He stepped closer, running his fingers along the fabric as if he were touching her, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I can’t wait to see you in it,” he said.

Sarah’s hands curled into fists at her sides, but she didn’t move. She knew there would be no escape today. This was Adam’s world, and she was trapped inside it.

“Get ready,” Adam said, stepping back toward the door. “Don’t ...