I wake up feeling disoriented and a little sick. I haven't had anything to eat in over a day. I've become used to eating since Diogo took me and forced me to eat regular meals. The thought of my husband brings a lump to my throat. I shake off the feeling and sit up, pushing a blanket away. It had been tucked tightly around me. Weird, I don't remember covering up after going to bed.

I don't hear anything. No movement, no sign of my captor. I creep through the door, making my ...