for you for eight years.
I got in the SUV, not because I trusted them, but because I was too cold and too broken to care what happened next. Ryan drove carefully, slowly, like he was afraid I’d jump out. Chuck turned in his seat. “We’re not kidnapping you, Megan Rose. We’re trying to bring you home.” “My name is Megan Owens,” I said. My voice sounded continue reading …
