Trapped in the Heat
Her voice cracked with emotion.
She pleaded, "Jessica, I'm begging you. Jessica, I don't even love this man. I just… Please, Jessica, I'm willing to offer any amount of money. Just let my daughter go. You can have the house too. Just let my daughter go. I don't want this jerk anymore!
"Please let my daughter go!" Chloe's words were raw, familiar.
"I'm begging you, I'll agree to anything you want," she continued to cry out.
I did not need anything anymore, though. What I wanted was in my arms. She was so peaceful. She was asleep and dreaming.