Jonathan dragged himself into the bed in the corner at some point. It was a firm mattress with a thin blanket. The room was increasingly reminding Jonathan of a prison cell. It was small, austere, and bare. Like the rest of the house, the walls were a cool white color.

There was a small window over the desk, too high on the wall for Jonathan to even look out, let alone consider crawling out of. And while he hadn’t tried it yet, Jonathan was confident the door was locked. Even ...