The Secret in the Vault

reminded me that I was a burden—had known the truth all along. She hadn’t rescued me. She had stolen me. Or worse, she was part of a network that did.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden door of the office groaned.

My heart leapt into my throat. In a panic, I shoved the folder back into the bottom drawer, slammed it shut, and grabbed my microfiber cleaning cloth.continue reading …