“Quiet.” Jennifer’s voice was low and sharp as she snapped at Sophia. “Keep talking and I’ll ground you, just like last time. You’ll stay home and that’s it.”
Sophia’s eyes turned red with frustration, but she bit her tongue and didn’t say another word.
Jennifer grabbed her arm and hurried her forward, pulling her to catch up with the others.
Isabella left the hospital with everyone fussing over her, like she was some kind of celebrity.
***
Ethan stood by the office window, staring at the bright blue sky and drifting clouds. The weather was perfect, but he felt like he was trapped in a storm.
A half-smoked cigarette burned between his fingers. Lately, he’d picked up the habit, lighting one after another.
Isabella had been discharged today, right? She was probably thrilled, and not just because she was finally healed. She was about to be free to divorce him.
Most people would feel at least a little sad about ending a marriage, but Isabella was nothing but happy. She couldn’t wait to leave. How badly did she want out?
Ever since that night, he hadn’t had the dream again. It was strange. He still had no idea who had really been behind Isabella’s death in the dream.
In real life, he’d quietly had people look into Jordan and Natalie, searching for any sign they’d hired someone to hurt Isabella. There was nothing. No evidence, no plot. Just a dream.
It was making him crazy. He’d actually gone and investigated his lifelong friend and Natalie, the woman he’d loved for so many years, all because of a dream.
The kidnapping had no mastermind, just like the police said. The kidnappers were just desperate for cash. They wanted to grab him, squeeze a ransom out of the Adams family, and go back to their wild, careless lives.
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