I married the man of my dreams. Nobody told me that they might be nightmares. I lived a perfectly normal life. I had a fantastic and loving new husband, the kind who brought me breakfast in bed, and a great job with flexible hours. The Lexus SUV that I got as a wedding present wasn't too bad either. I was overjoyed when I told Andreas that we were expecting a child. Then I found my husband's guns. His fake passports. The enormous safe hidden in the basement. Now I'm on the run, trying to protect myself and my baby. I wish that he would leave us alone, but I want mercy from a man who has none. I had achieved nirvana: work-life balance. I kept work at work. When I was home, my only thought was taking care of my wife, an FBI agent's daughter. She didn't know what I did for a living, and I wanted to keep it that way. My home was filled with love, light, and a whole lot of lust. I had the house. The car. The gorgeous wife with a kid on the way. Everything was perfect. Today, I came home to find the lights off. Her car and clothes were gone. I'll get her back at any cost.