The scream that rips from Enrico's throat is music to my ears. Leaning against the counter across from where he's spent the last three weeks hanging by his arms, I'm not above saying I'm impressed he's managed to hold out this long. I, on the other hand, can't hold out much longer. For three weeks, I've spent every day holding my children, doing all the things Faylinn usually does, and trying not to break every time one of them say, "Momma" while looking around the room for her. I swear, my heart has broken a thousand times since I watched her walk away with Santos and his men.
It's not like we don't know where she is. We've known since that night. Two hours after she left with him, her bracelet activated. She hasn't moved, but with what Voltz found on that f*****g fortress of a house
