Gabrielle’s P.O.V

When I opened my eyes, the sharp light above me made me squint and for a second I thought maybe I had dreamed it all, everything maddening thing that had happened over the last few days.

But then the burning sensation of the straps around my wrists reminded me that this was no dream. I pulled at them, twisting hard, but they didn’t budge. My breathing quickened and then I heard the sound of movement at the edge of the bed. Turning my head, I saw him, my ...