Chapter 209 The Price Of A Daughter
- *Maddy*
- I wriggle against the restraints. My wrists are raw and aching from the ropes. I don’t know what time it is or where I’m being taken, but I was carried from the chalet to a vehicle, then onto a train, and now I lay with my face pressed against a hardwood floor thick with the scent of fresh wax.
- Two achingly slow days have passed, and I have no idea where I am or why.