KAITLYN

The silence in the car isn’t the thing killing me, but his chilling words that fill my head and the horrifying murder that took place in the basement.

“You look so wasted,” he mutters, and I jerk my head up, my eyes narrowing.

“If this marriage hadn't happened, I wouldn't be involved in your mess!” I spat out.

He swivels his head in my direction, a sinister smirk on his face.

“I am sure you are brave enough to handle it. Besides, your mouth will be quite useful to ...