Chapter 4

I stumbled out of the warehouse, my world reduced to a tunnel of pain and blood. Emma's lifeless face burned into my mind, her final moments replaying in an endless loop of horror. The night air hit my mutilated cheeks like needles, but the physical agony was nothing compared to the void where my heart should be.

My daughter was dead. My husband had traded us. And I was marked forever.

The street lights blurred into streaks of hazy yellow as I staggered forward, one foot in front of the other. Blood soaked the front of my blouse, dripping steadily…