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Oh holy hell.
Jax was a friend of Savannah’s?
It couldn’t be. It felt too good to be true. For years now, Mia had wondered what had happened to her old best friend. She assumed that Savannah might have been captured by traffickers like her. She may even have succumbed to a worse fate.
But if Jax was her friend, then didn’t that mean she was out there? She was free.
She kept decoding, in a frenzy now, desperate for answers. Three more words. When she was done, what Mia saw before her felt like a miracle. The decoded messages spelled out, "Friend ofSav. Help you escape." Her heart raced, and her hands trembled ever so slightly.
A lifeline had been thrown her way. But could she trust it?
"Focus, Mia," she whispered, taking a deep breath. It was time for her webcam session. There was no room for hesitation or doubt.
"Showtime," she said, her voice firm and steady as she logged on. As she adjusted the camera and made sure the lighting was just right, her thoughts were consumed by the message and what she was going to do about it.
As if by magic, a private chat request popped up for her immediately. It was him. Fred.
"Hey, Fred," she wrote. "I was just reading."
“The Jungle Book?” came his immediate response.
“Yes,” she wrote back, choosing her words carefully since these private chats were sometimes monitored. “There were some words in particular that I was very interested in reading.”
A pause. “Oh yeah? You understood them okay?”
She smiled. “Understood loud and clear.”
“And?” he asked. “Do you agree with my interpretation of the text?”
Mia's heart pounded against her ribcage, the rush of adrenaline surging through her veins as she opened the private chat window. This was it: the moment to signal her agreement to Jax's plan. She could only write one word due to the ever-present monitoring, but she knew it would be enough.
"Yes," she typed, her fingers trembling slightly on the keys. It was a simple word, but it held the weight of her future within it.
"Understood," came Jax's response, and Mia felt both relief and a stirring of anticipation. The game was in motion, and there was no turning back now.
“What’s your favorite night of the week?” Jax asked suddenly. “To go out?”
She frowned. Obviously, she wasn’t allowed out anywhere. Unless he was asking her . . . when she wanted to escape. “I like to go out all the time,” she told him. “Don’t have a favorite. Just the sooner the better haha." She paused. “What about you?”
“I like Wednesday,” he replied. “I’m going out for a drive tomorrow. I like to go out around ten p.m. As soon as that alarm sounds, I’m off.”
“Alarm?” she asked, frowning.
“Yes,” he said. “I set an alarm when it’s time to go out for a run.”
“You like running at night?”
“It’s quieter,” he replied. “I can run more easily.”
She nodded. “I see.”
She wasn’t totally sure, but if she got this correctly, she was meant to wait for an alarm to sound tomorrow night at ten, and then . . . run.
“Where do you like to run?” she asked him.
He paused. “I always run to my car.”
“What kind of have you got?”
