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*** Helen ***

I am terrified. I am travelling in a vehicle with a sack over my head and my hands and feet are bound. I can hear voices but I do not recognise them.

My head hurts where they banged it, although I think this was done by accident. I heard one of them remind the others that I was to be delivered alive and well and unharmed. Delivered where? And where was Summer? Who was looking after my little girl? Am I about to meet my maker?

If it was just me in this world, I could cope with dying, that would be okay. But I am all Summer has, I have to look after my little girl, I need to get free and get back to being her mummy. Nothing else matters.

After what feels like hours, the vehicle comes to a stop and my capturer starts to lift me again. I can hear voices whispering.

“Are you sure this is the right one, Aivi? She is so small, how can she be his match?”

“Shush, you big idiot, you just said my name. and yes, this is definitely the right woman, I saw her myself.”

I start t