If We Disappear Here — Mindy Hayes

They are marionettes under a concrete sky.Pain shoots through Maeve Campbell's body when she wakes cold and disoriented, locked in a neglected cement room.Her drowsy eyes sweep the cell and land on a masculine, limp body across the room. Gripping his shoulder, she rolls him to his back, face angling toward her. Only it's not who she thinks.It's not her husband.And they aren't alone. A stranger taunts them from within an old rusted speaker. A stranger who wants them to suffer.With each passing day, and only each other to lean on, their determination becomes a fight not only for survival but for each other.*If We Disappear Here features mature themes and content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.*