I sat on the bed in that room, staring into space, trying to figure out what to do. Despair was pushing me to the edge of madness. Then, as I looked to the side, I saw it: a phone on the nightstand.I froze.I looked around, holding my breath. Then I slowly crawled toward the device, my heart in my throat and a trembling hope rising inside me. I prayed it was connected.I picked it up with shaking hands and brought it to my ear.A dial tone.I almost cried with relief.I didn’t hesitate. I dialed Ethan’s number. I just wanted to know if he was okay, if he was still alive, if they hadn’t hurt him.And then, he answered.“My love? Are you okay?” I asked, my voice breaking.There was a moment of silence, and then I heard him sob. He threw a barrage of questions at me: where I was, what had happened, who had me.“I’m in Italy… in Naples. Please, call the police,” I begged him. He asked for more details, so I told him everything: that the sperm donor had kidnapped me, that I didn’t really
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