But I will.
And when I do, he's going to wish he'd never been born.
That's not a threat.
That's a promise.
The same way I promised Ingrid I'd come back.
The same way I promised to spend fifty years loving her.
Some promises you keep no matter what.
This is one of them.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ingrid
I'm back in the spa.
The massage room is dark, but I can see everything with horrible clarity.
The empty table.
The door swinging shut behind me.
And him.
Stepping out from behind the door.
His hand over my mouth.
The knife at my throat.
"Don't scream. Don't move."
I try to fight.
Try to pull away.
But my body won't cooperate.
Won't do anything except stand frozen while his breath burns hot against my ear.
"Your boyfriend cost us a lot of money."
The knife presses harder.
I feel the blade bite into my skin.
Feel the warm trickle of blood.
"This is what happens when people don't mind their business."
Then I'm on the floor.
His boot connects with my ribs.
