Charlotte’s pov
It’s been almost a month now since my best friend was kidnapped by the man I thought loved her on her wedding day. Everything happened in a flash, like a scene from an action movie – men in black suits, smoke billowing, and just like that, Claire was gone. At first, I didn’t see anything amiss. After all, I knew Damian. He and Claire had been together for a while, and I genuinely believed he wasn’t the sort to engage in questionable acts. Maybe his methods were insane and entirely unexpected, especially given their recent breakup before the wedding. But love makes us do strange things, or so I believed.
Now, though, things were spiraling out of control, and my conscience was pricking me. If Claire wasn’t in danger, why did it take her so long to reach out to her family? A
