Justin didn’t move for a moment after speaking, he was giving Greg time to sit with the weight of those words.

Then, without warning, he stepped away from the bed and crossed to a low cabinet in the corner.

Greg’s eyes followed him, the rattle of his chains making sounds in the quiet.

From the cabinet, Justin retrieved a small dark lined case, it looked like shoebox.

He set it gently on the edge of the bed, just within Greg’s view.

“What is that?” Greg asked, trying to keep ...