Claire's knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as she drove to Margaret's house, her jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
Anger coursed through her veins, but beneath the fiery rage was an undercurrent of bitter disappointment.
She replayed Alex's conversation with the kidnappers in her head, their cruel, heartless demands replaying like a broken record.
They'd taken Emma—Emma, who had done nothing to deserve such hatred. All this to force Alex to release Jake? The depths to which Margaret had sunk were staggering.
How could she do this? How could she involve innocent people, spill innocent blood, just to save her son? Did she even know that the kidnappers had murdered two innocent people?
Claire's chest tightened, and she felt a pang of sadness mixed with her anger.
