With that her father left. The soft click of the door closing was just as menacing as every last word he spoke.
It was enough to break that potential bond with her mother. It was fake, she knew, but the possibilities, the hope that led her back each time was all it really took.
She should have done it before, Renee thought. Her eyes still blinded by orange and purple blotches hindered her ability to see all that much more. Looking for signs of the day, of time that ticked by was futile.
Renee carefully plucked at her straps, guiding her bathing suit back into position. She clawed her way into her sweatshirt next. Her hands fumbled around beside the bed to maneuver dismounting it.
… Focus. Don’t think of leaving.
… Just do what you’re told.
… There’s no way out.
Renee reached fo
