Every second mattered.
Vincenzo,
We were attacked on the road home. Car rolled. They dragged me out. I’m in the trunk of their car—black sedan, heading somewhere. I don’t know where.
My fingers shook harder as I continued.
They were speaking Spanish.
Spanish rebels, maybe.
I know you loathe me. I know I mean nothing to you.
But I’m still your wife.
Please save me.
I hit send.
2%.
The screen dimmed slightly.
The light flickered in the confined space, barely illuminating my hands, my trembling fingers, the blood staining my skin.
For a moment—nothing happened.
Silence.
Only the hum of the engine.
Only the motion of the car.
Only the sound of my own shallow, uneven breathing.
Then—
it rang.
The screen lit up suddenly.
His name flashed across the display.
Vincenzo.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
I answered immediately—before the first ring could even finish.
“Keep your phone on, Elena.”
His voice came through the speaker immediately—low, urgent.
“Stay on the line. Don’t hang up.”
Panic, wrapped in steel.
“I’m tracking you right now.”
