Chapter 97 Perfect
- Back at the pack house, Lia frantically stuffed clothes into her suitcase, her eyes darting nervously to the door.
- Anxiety gripped her like a vice. If Andy had been caught, it was only a matter of time before her own secrets unraveled.
- She could almost feel the blade hovering over her neck. Running—fleeing from New Age and the country—was the only way to protect herself and her daughter.