“What do you know about that?” “I think the question we should be asking is what do you know about that?” She hesitates for a moment before she speaks. “Finish the story, then I’ll share what I know.” Uneasy looks are cast around the room before I blow out a breath. “I was kidnapped.” “WHAT!” she shrieks. “Last night,” I continue. “He drugged me and drove me to a warehouse in Vermont that he had renovated to look like a house. He wanted us to live there, to start over.” “Who?” Steph asks. “Nicholas Corwin,” Wesley says from the corner of the room. Steph’s nose wrinkles at that. “That little
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