Chapter 80

Miss you.

It’s just those two words.

I stare at them for hours.

I draft a hundred different replies and delete them all. Because there is no right thing to say to the husband-who-isn’t-my-husband who-is-my-captor/enemy.

If he’s looking at his phone I’m sure he’ll see the three dots that pop up and disappear as I type and then click back to undo.

As night passes into morning, I sleep again.

It’s fitful. Filled with dreams that are more like nightmares, and memories I’ve bottled up since I was a kid.

I cry.

I curl up and try to comfort myself.

Because it’s going to take 48 hours for the results back from my lab tests.

Two days to learn if I’ll live or if I’m right back to counting down the time left with my terminal illness.

I want to live so badly.

It’s some ingrained survival instinct, sure, but when facing my own mortality, I don’t want to d ie.

start cleaning. I organize clothes and move boxes and clean up

another text. This one is also brief. It just says, Special

does that

shows up at my room with Adam behind him.

box.

1

K

4

.

2

“That blockhead beta

pretty sure he means James.

both of these. The

them?” I feel compelled to

Liam

question. They’re essentially violating my privacy,

is

the other hand, they’re doing it for

Then he opens the box and pulls out packages or protein bars and giant jars of peanut butter. There are sealed packages of dried fruits

isn’t it?” Adam says to

me being locked away and starved for

in your box?” I

drops it and the components inside clang

Adam reaches in and pulls out knife after knife and then an assortment of weapons and magazine clips,

wants to arm you against your own family.” Liam curses,

not that,” I say automatically.

what is it

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