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.

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“Who is they?”

“My husband, Caleb, and his mother, Vivian.”

“I’m sending officers now. Can you get to a window or door?”

“No. Steel security door. No windows.”

The battery warning appeared.

2%.

Then the doorknob rattled.

“Audrey?” Vivian called sweetly through the door. “Are you awake?”

I stopped breathing.

“She’s probably unconscious from the medication,” continue reading …