I Married the Man Who Saved My Life
We waited.
At 5:30 p.m., Ryan came out.
He got into his car, but instead of taking the road that led home, he drove in the opposite direction.
“Follow him,” I said.
Instead of taking the road that led home, he drove in the opposite direction.
Marie pulled out carefully, keeping a safe distance.
We followed Ryan through town.
He drove for 30 minutes, finally pulling up to a small, old house on the edge of an unfamiliar neighborhood.
We watched as Ryan disappeared through the front door.
My stomach twisted. “What is this place?”
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