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.

At some point, I get up and start cleaning. I organize clothes and move boxes and clean up the junk that had been left behind-some of it by teenage me.

A day later, there is another text. This one is also brief. It just says, Special Delivery.

does that mean?

up at my room with Adam behind

each carry a box.

1

K

4

.

2

“That blockhead beta just left these at

he

around both of these. The

them?” I

course, we did,” Liam

fair question. They’re essentially

is

hand, they’re doing

your own pack won’t feed you,” Liam mutters. Then he opens the box and pulls out packages

Adam says to

being locked away and starved for

your box?” I ask him.

the

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

against

I say

what is it

reach for a jar of peanut butter and a box of crackers. I have to be careful. Defending my family’s ‘enemy’ will only reflect poorly on me. But how sad is it that I trust a delivery of food from the man who kept me a virtual prisoner for ten

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