Chapter 4 - The Resurrection
Five long years passed since the day I walked away from that dusty gas station.
I had built a highly successful, incredibly quiet life in a wealthy suburb of Chicago.
I ran an elite cybersecurity consulting firm, using the skills Sarah had taught me to protect corporate clients from fraud.
My new life was perfectly secure, deeply fulfilling, and entirely free of the terror that had once consumed me.
I was also engaged to Julian, a brilliant former federal prosecutor who knew every dark secret of my past.
Julian was fiercely protective, possessing the kind of quiet, dangerous strength that made me feel completely untouchable.
We lived in a stunning, highly secured penthouse apartment that overlooked the beautiful city skyline.
I thought the ghosts of my past were permanently buried in the charred remains of that truck.
It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon when I stayed late at my private office to finish a security audit.
The heavy glass doors of my firm were electronically locked, requiring a biometric scan to grant entry.
I was typing a final report when the security monitors on my desk suddenly flickered and went entirely black.
A cold shiver ran down my spine as the heavy magnetic locks on the front doors clicked open.
I slowly stood up, reaching beneath my desk to press the silent panic button connected directly to Julian’s phone.
Footsteps echoed softly against the hardwood floor of the darkened hallway.
A tall figure stepped into the dim light of my office, shaking the rain from his expensive trench coat.
I gasped in pure shock, stumbling backward until my spine hit the cold glass window.
Standing perfectly alive in front of me was my husband, Kyle.
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He smirked cruelly, looking around my luxurious office with a sickening expression of extreme greed.
He softly whispered that it was incredibly rude of me to leave him to burn in that terrible ravine.
