CHAPTER 7
He says his name is Henry Harris. “But you can call me Dad. Or Daddy. Whichever you prefer.”
She tells him she wants to go home, and he lets out a soft chuckle. “This is your home, Jennifer.”
She’s already learned that she can’t correct him. Can’t tell him that her name is really Anastasia Reynolds, that she’s never heard of Jennifer before and has no idea what happened to this poor daughter of his.
How long has she been here? It’s hard to know because all the windows in this basement are boarded up. She’s slept on and off, but has she been gone for hours or days? Could it be weeks?
At one point he knocked her unconscious. Her head hasn’t felt quite right ever since. “You’re lucky,” he tells her after she wakes up. “It could have been a lot worse.” He bandages a cut on the b
