"Jason, I swear I'm getting the money together now! Just don't hurt her!"
The sheer desperation in his voice broke something loose in my chest. Hearing him so terrified, so brokenly willing to do whatever it took to protect me, fractured the icy numbness that had kept me moving. All I could manage to squeeze past the massive lump in my throat was a small, broken whisper. "Liam?"
There was a sharp, sudden intake of breath on the other end of the line, a heavy moment of stunned disbelief. Then, his voice instantly softened, cracking with raw emotion. "Sarah? Sarah, baby, are you okay? Has he hurt you? Where are you?"
I sniffled, clutching the cheap plastic phone tighter against my ear, letting out a ragged, trembling breath. "I'm okay... but I don't know where I am. It's an old building.
