Tanya’s POV
The chilly temperature is what wakes me, and I peel back my eyelids to the cold and impersonal small room that I’m in. The soreness of my body suggests I’ve been on the ground for a while, and I try to move my hands but they’re uncomfortably restricted as tight rope bounds my ankles and wrists. The slow rhythmic pulse of my heart now escalates in a race, I begin to panic, and I no longer can find the air in my lungs to breathe.
I’ve been kidnapped.
And I start to fear the worst.
However, before my body goes into hyperventilation, I spot another body to my right. Cathy. And realizing it’s my husband’s sister calms me enough to crawl over to her. “Cathy. Cathy wake up!”
I shake her with my tethered hands till I detect movement from her and can see that she’s beginning to
