Chapter 65

Sloane

By evening, I had worn a path between the bed and the locked door.

The room was clean. I was clean. Maids had brought me a pale silk nightdress and dinner at the usual time, as if this were an ordinary evening and I hadn’t helped drag Abby into this place a few hours earlier.

Most of the food sat untouched.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Abby being carried away with her head hanging against one of the men’s should