Chapter 13

The plane ticket to Paris was my escape plan. A clean break from everything.

I told no one, spent two days quietly packing, and called an Uber for JFK at dawn.

1 dozed off in the cat.

When I woke up. I was in a stranger’s house.

The interior looked like something out of Architectural Digest – all Restoration Hardware warmth and designer touches. Outside, a pristine winter landscape stretched endlessly, mountains rising in the distance.

A young woman in scrubs came in, smiling. “Time for your medication, Mrs. Pierce.”

My heart stopped.

“Where’s Nathan?”

“Mr. Pierce will be here by seven. The mountain roads are tricky in the snow, but he never misses his schedule.”

“My phone? My luggage?”

Another practiced smile. “Let’s focus on your medication. I can’t help with anything else.”

“What exactly is wrong with me?” My voice was eerily calm.

“After your accident, the trauma triggered some delusional episodes. The doctor prescribed regular medication.”

“So I’m a prisoner.”

“There’s no car here. Only authorized vehicles can get up the mountain. Besides, in your condition, travel isn’t

advised.”

to her. “If I’m

her professional mask cracking.

seven sharp,

Tom Ford gloves, bringing the mountain chill

about the delay, angel. Car broke down halfway up. Had to walk a few miles, but I made it by seven, like

real

indulgently. “Emma, darling, don’t be

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Artemide lamp at his

hit right where his burn scar was,

it up. “Not your style? I’ll have your favorite designer piece

this? Why? I was leaving! You had your affair, I just wanted a

concerned look I’d once loved. “Emma, we’re

air is very

stranger

My husband

mountain prison, I’d given up on escape.

blocked, with just a

roads. The only way out was Nathan’s

AM for Pierce & Associates, returned at 7 PM. Just

my captivity, he demanded nothing. If anything, he was more

sofa while he chatted

periods…

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