Chapter 5

  The morning light that filtered through the basement window was a dull gray, a color that seemed to seep into my bones and leach away what little warmth I had left. Owen had uncuffed us before the break of dawn, his movements as silent as the shadows that danced across the walls. He left without a word, the sound of the lock sliding into place a cruel reminder of my confinement. I lay there on the deflating air mattress, my body aching from the night spent shackled to him. The imprint of his…