“You’ll receive an address soon. Don’t play the hero,” he warns calmly. “I’ve got every inch of your movement covered. The moment law enforcement gets involved, he’s gone. Bring what I asked for and be a good girl.”
The call ends.
A sob catches in my throat, choking me as I stare at the screen. My body shakes, even though I keep telling myself there’s no time to cry.
God, I can’t do this.
I force a shaky breath and sink onto the bed, my eyes fixed on the paper in front of me. Tears fall freely from my face, landing on the page.
Braydon was trying to tell me something, hoping I’d understand and hoping I could save him. I’m the only one who can. If he trusts me with this, then I have to get it right. I have to save him, no matter what.
But what was he trying to say?
“What were you try
