Joanna stormed out of the house, her heart racing and her mind clouded with anger and confusion. The cool evening breeze brushed against her face, but it did little to calm her.
"How could he?" she muttered to herself as she walked aimlessly down the sidewalk. Her thoughts churned, replaying Miguel's words and Nelly's message over and over.
The streets were quiet, the faint glow of streetlights illuminating her path. She had no idea where she was going; she just needed to clear her head.
Suddenly, a black car pulled up beside her, its tires screeching softly against the pavement. Joanna froze, her instincts telling her something wasn't right. The back door swung open, and a figure in black stepped out.
"Joanna Salvador?" the figure asked.
Before she could respond or run, strong arms grabbed her. She screamed, thrashing wildly, but her captors were too strong.
"Let me go!" she cried, kicking at the air.