Chapter 4

“I’m calling Julian. I’m telling him to come right now.”

They looked at me weakly, shaking their heads.

“Anya, after we’re gone, divorce Julian. Your father’s and my stocks, properties, funds, and cash are all for you. We’re sorry.”

I choked, shaking my head frantically:

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong to me. It’s my fault for not getting enough money, for delaying. It’s my fault.”

“Anya, don’t blame yourself. It has nothing to do with you. The kidnappers never intended for us to live.”

I kept calling Julian, his phone ringing endlessly, but no one picked up. I sent…