“Wait,” I tell him, pulling in a breath. “I need to grab something.” He squints at me. “Is it rope?” “Not…rope. No.” “Did you find the handcuffs?” I go still. “There are handcuffs in my house? Where?” Brad scoffs. “Yeah, like I’m telling you that.” “What—” I stop and shake my head. “Nope. No. I’m getting sidetracked. Just…wait for me in the bedroom?”
