“Shhhhh, time to be quiet, Grace Evans.” I still couldn’t see well enough to make everything out, but that was Calvin’s voice. I’d know it anywhere. I went to grab for his hand, but a tight burn dug into both of my wrists. I had been tied to the bed in my sleep, legs as well, a bound victim afloat on a padded mattress. I tried to scream but it was nothing more than a muffled wail through the hard-pressed skin and bones. “Now, now, now, Grace. I said it was time to be quiet. Haven’t we caused enough trouble already?”
