I wake up on the couch in the apartment, a cool, damp cloth on my head that’s been draped over my eyes, but no one is here with me, and I clamber to get up in a panic. My shoes are on the floor next to me, and there is a throw pulled over my body by whoever deposited me here. I blanch in complete disorientation.

I guess the men put me here, probably Jackson, considering the care I have been shown. I have been shoved out of the way and left to sleep for God knows how long. An ...