Chapter 4: Rule #1

I didn't move. I lay there in the dark with my heart going like a bird in a jar, and I listened. A floorboard. Breath that wasn't mine. The soft click of my door pulling shut. Then nothing. I counted to sixty. I turned on the lamp with a hand that didn't feel like it belonged to me. The door was locked. From the inside. The chair was still under the knob. Exactly how I'd left it. And on the pillow beside my head sat a small white box. I didn't want to open it. I opened it. A second bracelet....