“Oh, don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll be back eventually.” Before I have a second to feel relieved, he adds, “After all, I need to make sure you suffer for what you did.” “Shane…” “I wonder,” he says, “if you’ll scream louder than Tracy Gifford did.” My mouth drops open. I try to speak but no words come out. “Goodbye, Brooke.” I can almost hear him smiling on the other line. “Or should I say, see you later.” Through the phone, I can hear my son’s voice. His laughter. I might never hear him laugh again.
I TRUSTED YOU AND NOW YOU'VE WENT AND KIDNAPPDE JOSH AND THREATENED TO KILL BROOKE IM SO PISSED
