Janelle took in her surroundings. She was definitely in Carl and 's master bedroom, the photos from their wedding in The Cayman Islands and trips to Paris and Greece peppered on the beige walls making that fact plain. As Janelle strained to pick up any sounds inside, she could hear Carl speaking to someone in hushed tones in the other room. Sounded like he was on his phone, but she couldn't be sure.

"You're awake. Are you hungry, thirsty?" Carl asked in an even tone as he entered the room. He sat down on a plush brown chair a few feet away from the bed as he looked her over, an expression she couldn't easily place resting on his features.

"Carl! Why am I handcuffed to your bed!"

"Sorry about that. More a precaution than anything. I didn't want you to...

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