Gianna

Caleb leaves me alone in the room and I take the time to reflect.

I’m very nervous. I can’t stop thinking about my mother-in-law and what it will be like when I tell her that Jacob is dead. Has she guessed it by now? I’m assuming my father-in-law is dead, too. Perhaps she’s next.

If Jacob hadn’t planned for me to act like a slave, I’d also be dead.

My husband saved me.

By the goddess. This is a disaster. But I can’t allow myself to think about that because a lot is ...