Becca rocked back and forth in her typical corner. After Dean Wilks' visit, she could map out a timeline to count days. It was forty-eight hours when he visited, and she had received two bottles of water and two plates of white rice. So, she applied that understanding of food and water once a day to her current state. It was the only thing she could do to keep her mind focused on the present. She couldn't allow them to win; she wouldn't break and submit to them.
Chad, she convinced herself, couldn't be gone. She clung to the belief that she would feel it if he was, even though it defied all logic.
Since he left her in the room, she had received three bottles of water and an equal number of plates of plain white rice. She never ate the food; she didn't trust it. She realized something was wro……
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