Abby tried to call her father three times from the car. Each time, it went straight to voicemail.
By the third attempt, her hands were shaking so badly she nearly dropped her phone. Her pulse hammered in her ears, loud enough to drown out Norah’s engine, loud enough to make it hard to think. She left a rambling message, words tumbling over one another, half-formed and frantic. She barely remembered what she said once it was over. Panic had wrapped itself around her throat, squeezing tighter with every second that passed.
Joe was in danger. She could feel it. A low, sickening dread churned in her stomach, sharp enough to make her nauseous.
The moment Norah pulled to a stop inside the compound, Abby threw the door open and bolted. Gravel crunched under her boots as she took off at a sprin
