“IF SHE DOESN’T WAKE UP, MOVE HER WEDDING RING TO AVA’S HAND.” That was the first thing I heard through the fog of whatever they had drugged me with. By sunrise, they had stolen my marriage, my child’s future, and almost my life.
I did not open my eyes right away, because even in that half-conscious state, with my tongue heavy in my mouth and my body feeling as though it had been packed with wet sand. I understood one thing with terrible clarity: if they thought I was still unconscious, they would keep talking, and whatever they…
