Chapter 100
Their driver was right. No one could come out of the parks unscathed.
Even if my family found me, I would be too broken and tainted to be a dignified “Mrs. Lundberg” and “Ms. Schultz“. I would be nothing more than a joke.
In reality, I was not just a joke. I was a pile of ashes.
A black SUV passed us by. The driver rolled down the window because he was smoking. His hand reached out to toss the cigarette butt away.
The driver was unmistakably a local, judging from his tan skin and colorful shirt. His thin face carried a grumpy look.
I was about to look away when I noticed someone in the backseat of the black SUV. When the vehicle drove past a street lamp, I managed to catch a cold–looking face at that moment.
It was Damon Lundberg. According to Devon, Damon had flown into Jackville as well. But what was Damon doing in this park?
Was he here to look for me?
I quickly shook my head and dismissed the ridiculous thought. I meant nothing to Damon. Even Shane hesitated to save me. So, why would a cripple like Damon risked his life to look for me here?
The driver of the black SUV rolled up the window and obscured Damon’s frosty expression from my view.
Shane did not notice Damon at all because he was too deep in his thoughts.
Our car rolled to a stop. Dad and Shane had made prior arrangements. When Shane got out of the car, he was greeted by another man in flip–flops, who led him into the compound.
We stepped into the building, which was hell on earth. A woman’s blood–curdling scream could be heard from behind walls, accompanied by slapping sounds.
The woman wept. “Stop! Stop hitting me! I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.”
Shane tightened his fist, possibly imagining the treatment I had to endure in this building. He eagerly pressed on, “Where’s that woman I am looking for?”
