Chapter 117 Deja Vu (One)

• Sam put the phone on loud speaker and came over to where she was sitting on the bed with Alex practically molded to her body. As soon as Sam sat beside her on the bed, the child scooted to the far end of the bed, where he cowered in fear. Sandra felt tears spring to her eyes. An opportunity … all she needed was a fucking opportunity, and she would gladly kill this bastard so that she could escape. Yes, she had gotten to that point. Dan picked up the phone on the first ring.
• “Hey, Dan … it’s me.” Sandra said before he could speak, trying to sound breezy and nonchalant, but she could tell that she was doing an extremely poor job of it.
• “Sandra, thank God! I was scared that something bad had happened. Are you fine? You don’t sound too fine.”