Replacing My Daughter's Daddy
Andrew's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed hard.
His thumb came up, catching a tear at the corner of my eye with unbearable gentleness.
"Took you long enough," he rasped, voice rough with emotion.
"Fine!" Becca shrieked, her face contorting. With a sudden, hysterical laugh, she brandished her phone like a weapon. "You think you've won? Audrey—look familiar?"
My blood turned to ice.
The screen showed Lucy—tiny wrists bound with rope, her terrified face streaked with tears—in what looked like an abandoned warehouse.