THE ABANDONED WIFE
He then sprinted down the corridor, his heavy boots echoing on the polished linoleum.
He didn’t bother with the elevator; he took the service stairs two at a time, bypassing the main exits, heading directly for a less-used side entrance.
Outside, a nondescript white van idled, its engine humming softly. Lizbeth sat in the driver's seat, her hands gripping the steering wheel, her eyes darting nervously around. Her heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and anticipation. This was it. Her ticket to freedom.
Ghost burst out of the side door, the sack still slung over his shoulder, and practically threw Megan into the back of the van. The impact sent a fresh wave of pain through her.
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