PREGNANT CASHIER’S HUSBAND DESTROYED HER PHONE SO SHE COULDN’T CALL FOR HELP—HE HAD NO IDEA A MAFIA BOSS WAS WATCHING FROM AISLE THREE

here alone again, she’d change the locks on me.”

Despite everything, Elena nearly laughed.

Mr. Miller slid a small box across the counter.

A new phone.

Cheap. Prepaid. Still wrapped in plastic.

“I put the shelter number in there,” he said. “And mine. And my wife’s. You don’t have to use it, but… you should have it.”

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