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.

cleaning. I organize clothes and move boxes and clean up the junk that had been left behind-some

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

that

comes when my brother shows up at my room with Adam behind him.

carry a box. Really big boxes.

1

K

4

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2

sets his down first. “That blockhead beta just

sure he means

around both of these.

them?” I

did,” Liam snaps at

question. They’re essentially

is

the other hand, they’re doing it

opens the box and pulls out packages or protein bars and giant jars

Adam

about me being locked away and starved for a week.

box?”

and the components inside clang

then

against your own family.” Liam curses, “the ba stard.”

that,” I say

what is

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