Genevieve

Walking through the hidden room behind the bookshelf was nothing short of humiliating. I hadn’t signed the papers. I couldn’t. I just stood there, staring at the ink as if it were blood.

Arthur didn’t push. Instead, he reached for a leather-bound book on the shelf, pulled a lever, and the wall groaned loudly and opened. “I have more to show you, Genevieve.”

I was still naked. Goosebumps erupted over my skin from more than just the cold in the room. Uncle Artie held my arm, ...