Chapter 86

Things are mostly wonderful. But I’m starting to miss home.

And every so often, I wake up screaming, afraid that someone is breaking into our bedroom, trying to kidnap and kill us.

Grant holds me trembling in his arms, whispering soothing words into my ear, until I finally fall asleep again.

It happens at first every night, then every other night, then every third and fourth.

Part of me wonders if I will ever be rid of the memories.

But as long as I can go back to sleep in Grant’s arms, I know I’ll be okay.

After three weeks in Majorca, we call Mailin at the FBI.

“Can we come home yet?” Grant asks over the speakerphone.

“Uh… no, not yet.”

“Why not?!”

“We’re breaking the news that Dieter Lassenbach was a serial killer.”

Grant and I stare at each other.

All the fear and anxiety I had started to leave behind comes rushing up out of nowhere and threatens to overpower me again.

“Why now?”

“Because we’ve identified most of the victims, and we’re notifying the families. We figured they deser