I obediently follow Austin upstairs. It's day five and I'm sure my time is up. I haven't said a word to Austin since he left me in the basement after our fight. He's talked minimally, which helps. I've eaten little food and complied stiffly when he checks the tattoo. The damn thing itches, and he's lucky I haven't scratched the ink from my skin.

The smell of dinner fills the kitchen when we walk through the door. The table is set for two. I ignore it and head to the master bath. ...