Every once in a while, Kason would glance at me over his coffee cup, and I almost felt self-conscious under his questioning gaze, as if I was somehow doing all of this wrong but had no idea how to do it right.

I cleared my throat to break this unnatural silence that allowed me too much pointless self-analysis. "What's the last thing you remember before being locked up inside a house?"

He set his cup down carefully. "Being locked up in the house before that ...