Her POV - One Week Later

“You can’t just stay cooped up in my apartment forever,” Claire said, stirring her coffee as we sat at her tiny kitchen table. “I know you’re scared, but hiding isn’t going to solve anything.”

I stared down at my own mug, watching the steam curl upward. She was right, of course. It had been a week since that horrible morning at the hotel, and I’d barely left her apartment. Every time my phone rang…which was constantly…it was either my father ...