My hand trembled so violently I nearly dropped the mobile.
He wasn’t merely trapping us in that house. He was waiting for the confinement to break me.
The smashed window, the battered back door, the empty containers lined up beneath a dry faucet—my desperate attempts to break Leo out were all engineered to serve as evidence against me.
Carol swallowed hard. “You actually locked them inside?”
Silence stretched over the line.
Then Michael said, “Don’t use dramatic words like that.”
“Michael, is Leo trapped in that house?”
His tone instantly turned sharp. “Mom, stick to the script we agreed on.”
“Did you shut off the water?”
Another silence followed—one that lasted long enough to act as an admission.
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