If We Disappear Here

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.*