Her Heart, His Deadly Secret

The expensive leather of the car seat felt cold against my skin. My fiancé, Mark, was driving, his hand holding mine tightly, his warm smile promising safety.

In the passenger seat, Chloe Davis beamed, "Almost there, Ava. You' re going to love the surprise."

"Something even better," Mark said, squeezing my hand. "A final getaway before we' re officially Mr. and Mrs. Stevens. Just for us."

But the car slowed, turning onto a gravel road. The city disappeared, replaced by dry fields and a high fence topped with barbed wire.