When Warren was finally tied up, hands and feet bound tight, Sylvia could finally let herself believe she was safe.

By then, she was already drenched in cold sweat, her whole body limp and heavy.

As she collapsed, strong arms caught her. Someone scooped her up and carried her out the door.

It was just like the last time-except this time, they both made it out okay.

Sylvia kept thinking this had to be a dream. She reached up and touched the man's face.

His stubble prickled her palm.

"Ouch. That's scratchy."

"I'll shave in a bit." Rupert's voice, always so tense, finally sounded a little lighter.

"Rupert," Sylvia whispered, running her hand gently over his brow.

He paused mid-step.

"Yeah?"

Just hearing his answer made her relax; it was like her whole body gave in to the darkness.

She slept hard, as if the whole world faded away.

In her dreams, old memories came flooding back-memories she'd tried so hard to lock away.

Everything felt upside down.

she'd avoided disaster in this life, she still couldn't accept the truth of what happened. What had she, Stella, and

Knock knock knock.

rapped at the door

States, Rupert had taken her

her every so often,

She never answered.

had no idea how to

with worry. "What do we do? She still won't talk

Edwin said quietly, turning

comforter, hugging her

while later, the blankets

and the instant she shifted, she

around her waist. Startled,

"Let go!"

"It's me."

voice drifted

harder. Her mind was

she

not the

any of it-not

lost, not

she

her tug at his arm, but only

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