“Very well. I’ve tried to be patient. I’ve tried to be understanding. You want to do this the hard way? So be it,” he seethes. “Guards!”
Two guards burst into the room like they were chomping at the bit for this chance. Both of them look like the Yakuza soldiers who slaughtered Leona. They grab me roughly, one on each arm, and haul me from the room.
I don’t even scream. At the moment, I’m just glad to be away from Josiah. I should fight, scream, do something, but my limbs are heavy with the drug and my mind is preoccupied with thoughts of my baby boy, shrouded in darkness I cannot penetrate.
When we start descending down a narrow staircase, I start paying attention to where they’re taking me. Even though my body feels paralyzed, my eyes take everything in.
We reach the end of the stair
