Emma
"Emma. The perimeter is secure, but pack your things."
Jake’s voice through the tactical radio broke the silence of the panic room. Derek’s men had been stopped at the pump house, but Jake wasn't saying the danger was over. He was telling me our sanctuary was gone.
I stood in the center of the reinforced room, drawing a slow, steady breath. A wave of morning sickness hit the back of my throat, stirred up by the sudden crash of adrenaline. Five weeks. My pregnancy was still invisible on the outside, but my body felt every shift. Derek had used violence to control me for years; now that I carried new life, his obsession had turned into something lethal.
I pushed past the nausea, pressed a hand against my lower stomach, and hit the door's release switch.
Stepping into the bedroom, I
