ANDERA'S POV

The first thing I felt was the cold.

My eyelids were heavy; it was an effort to open them; even when I did, I couldn't see past the darkness that wrapped me like a dark curtain. My head throbbed, heavy like lead. The harsh cold hit me again, racking my body with shivers.

Reality hit my hazy mind like a brutal wave.

The accident and kidnap.

My kids.

“Timmy! Tiffany!” I screamed past the burning parchedness in my throat. My voice echoed off the walls, bouncing back to ...