Emma

“Why?” My one-word question hung in the air.

It was at that moment when everything came together—everything: the anxiety of my escape, the shock of my kidnapping, and the terror of waking as I had with those men. Pulling my knees to my chest, I ignored the pain, wrapped my arms around my legs, and gave into the surge of emotion. My body convulsed as sobs brewed within me.

Hell, this breakdown was about more than what had ...