I walk into my bedroom. There's a woman in my bed. Next to my fiancé. He promises her he has no idea who I am. That he's never seen me before. He's calling me a stalker. But before I even know how to respond, someone's breaking down the front door. Pounding up the stairs. I run, but I can't hide. Now I'm trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the midst of a blizzard with a man who swears he doesn't know me. As though the last five years together never happened. He's lying. And then he looks me right in the eye and whispers so our kidnappers can't hear him: 'I'm sorry.'