Just 11 minutes after I returned from the hospital with a shattered femur, my mother-in-law kicked my crutches away. Ignoring my agonized screams, she and my husband dragged me into a pitch-black garage.

another use for it.

Inside was the flash drive Caleb had begged me to destroy three months earlier.

Drawing in a ragged breath, I planted my elbows against the concrete.

Then I started dragging myself forward.

One inch.

Pain exploded through me.

I bit my lip until blood filled my mouth.

Another inch.

The brace scraped loudly.

I froze.

Listening.

Only opera drifted continue reading …