Amelia’s POV
I didn’t have to answer Cara, we both knew the truth. But rather than be frightened by being caught, that she might tell Jake, I felt my own anger rising to match hers.
I was a grown woman. I should not have been made a prisoner in my own home.
“You want to ask me what I’m doing, well, what are you doing,” I demanded. “How can you agree with any of what Jake is doing to me? Why are you helping keep me prisoner here?”
“It’s for your own good,” Cara said.
“I am guilty of nothing but trying to help a little girl with a rare medical condition,” I said. “If I cannot see her and treat her, that condition could return. You can’t be complacent in this!”
Cara’s hard, expressionless face revealed nothing. “It is for your own good.”
“My good?” I scoffed. “Who cares about Stacy, is
