Still rattled over learning her uncle was coming for a visit, Amy hopped out of Nakos's truck and waited for him to unlock the front door to his cabin. Ever since she'd gotten the text from her brother, her stomach had been a twisted, nauseous mess. Memories she'd worked hard to overcome kept shoving to the surface.

The smell of cigar breath and Old Spice.

Rough hands leaving punishing bruises.

Her screams muted by a palm over her mouth.

The pain. The ...