POV: Megan

The ride back from the doctor’s office was quiet, too quiet.

My palms wouldn’t stop sweating against my thighs. The echo of the doctor’s questions still clung to me. Do you feel safe? Do you trust the people around you?

I had lied, smiling faintly, nodding at all the right moments, because how could I explain that the walls of Alexander’s mansion seemed to breathe with secrets? How could I explain that my safety was a thin thread, easily snipped by a man who controlled ...