When I woke up again, Aaron was gone, but he left a note.
"Amanda, I've got work. Be good and rest at home."
I closed my eyes, pain radiating from my wrist. A small blue dot indicated that the tracker was active and could pinpoint my location.
More attention than they give to prisoners. I forced a bitter smile.
On the TV, Aaron and Nora appeared together, a picture-perfect couple.
Aaron always said it was just a contract, a business arrangement between their two families.
He explained it back then so I wouldn't be upset.
But I was just a bird in a cage. How could I ever compete with the daughter of the Peyer family?
Just then, my phone rang. It was Aaron.
"Amanda, I've been drugged. Come here."
Outside, the wind was howling. I threw on some clothes and rushed out.
