Chapter 6

As Holly got ready for bed and wondered what the hell she was going to do next, she heard her phone ring. The number was Unknown; seeing it, her heart pounded. She’d changed her number a second time since leaving Louisiana, but had Sam found her anyway?

She let the call go to voicemail. They didn’t leave a message, but they kept calling. And calling. Then the texts started pouring in. Where the fuck r u, what the fuck is wrong w u, do u rly think ur getting away?

She knew exactly who it was. Sam. He’d found her. She didn’t know how, but if he’d gotten her phone number, could he find her location, too? She didn’t know what he was capable of.

Her phone rang once again, but she didn’t pick up. She was about to turn her phone off and toss it into the snow when she got another text message: I know where u r. U can come back, or u will be sorry. U and everyone around u.

She started trembling. If Sam had found out about the restraining order, she was in deep, deep shit. He’d take that as