CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
SCARLETT’S POV
ABDUCTED
Lydia is absolutely relentless about the evening run, insisting that I need to get out of the house, that I need air, that I need something-anything-that might help clear my head before I completely unravel under the weight of everything closing in on me.
I want to refuse.
Every instinct in my body is telling me to stay inside, to stay where at least the danger is predictable, where I know who is watching and from where. But Lydia does not back down easily, and eventually I give in, if only because sitting still has become unbearable in its own way.
So now I am stretching in the living room, going through the motions while my mind is miles away, counting down time I do not want to acknowledge.
Two more nights.
That is all I have left befor
