“Arthur will destroy you both anyway,” Vivian said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “He doesn’t care about the truth, Luke. He cares about control.”

I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, and I gasped, leaning heavily against the metal shelving.

“Elena!” Luke dropped the box onto a stack of plastic bins and caught me before my knees hit the concrete.

“She needs to get to the hospital,” Marco said, his eyes scanning the driveway outside. “We need to move now.”

“You aren’t going anywhere,” Vivian said, stepping sideways to block the narrow doorway.

Behind her, the headlights of the second car cut through the rain.

Two men in dark suits got out of the vehicle, their umbrellas shielding them from the downpour.

They walked toward the storage unit with steady, synchronized steps.

“Vivian, move,” Luke warned, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and panic as he held me.

I could feel his heart hammering against his chest.

My vision was beginning to blur at the edges, the yellow light of the storage unit stretching into long, distorted lines.