Isabelle's POV

"Karen?" I whispered, terrified I was imagining it.

"It's me," she said softly, sounding relieved. "Please help me. I need your help."

"Where are you? What happened?" I asked, my heart pounding, my palms slick with sweat.

"I'll send you the address, but come alone. Please don't tell anyone."

"You escaped?" I asked, alarmed by the fear in her voice.

"Please, just help me. I'll send you the address and explain everything." She was crying as she spoke.

Karen hung up.