Page 198 of Scars of Fate

The steel floor lifted.

Beneath it lay a single radio.

Ammunition.

Medical supplies.

And a black envelope.

Lucas picked it up.

His name was written across the front.

LUCAS SPENCER.

He opened it.

Inside was a photograph.

Lucas and me.

We were standing outside our first apartment.

Younger.

Happy.

Married less than a month.

Lucas had one arm around my waist.

I was laughing at something he had whispered.

The picture had been taken from across the street.

My blood turned cold.

“Who took that?”

“I don’t know.”

Lucas flipped it over.

A message covered the back.

YOU WERE WARNED TO LET HER GO.

THIS TIME, SHE WON’T COME BACK.

Lucas stopped breathing.

I looked at him.

“What does that mean?”

He didn’t answer.

“Lucas.”