Athena softly heaved in deep breaths as they drew closer to the site indicated on the tracking tablet resting on her lap.
Mr. Thorne kept patting her hand at intervals to calm her down, but how could she find peace when her children might be facing unspeakable horrors right then?
The gang knew who she was; there was no telling how callous they could be toward her children now. The thought of her babies enduring even a fraction of the torment she had experienced during her last kidnapping sent shivers down her spine, making it impossible to calm her racing heart.
What would she have done without those tracking watches? It was a stroke of luck that the twins had taken to wearing trackable toy watches, just like the one they had gifted her, since her escape from that harrowing incident.
