“Millie,” he says in a slow, controlled voice. “I want my phone back.” I let out a hoarse laugh. “I’m sure you do.” “Millie, give me my phone back right now.” “Hmm. I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands.” “Millie.” “Just a moment.” I slip his phone into my pocket. “I’m going to grab a bite to eat. I’ll be back real soon.” “Millie!” He’s still calling my name as I walk down the hall and go downstairs. I ignore him. There’s nothing he can do when he’s stuck in that room.
