10. HIS COOK?

AUBREY

When I got back to the room where I had been held hostage all along, I FaceTimed Denise, and said some stupid things. I asked her to get the police because I had traced this place. I knew the address, and I gave it to her.

Less than an hour later, some bulky man barged into my room and seized my phone, with me kicking and screaming. And then after a few more minutes, Martha came in.

I sat up on the gigantic bed which I was laying on and looked at her, my heart racing as I anticipated what she had come here to say/do.

With a stern look on her face, she told me, "Get up. The boss is waiting for you at the airport."

I shook my head no, refusing that this was really about to happen. How could he make me leave my child alone like this?

"You must be a mother, Martha, you have to understand—"

"That is where you are wrong, darling. I have no children. I do not understand nothing. Five minutes is all you have until you are bundled into the car awaiting you outside. You do not realize ho