Then I looked at the chain around my ankle.
And something strange happened.
I stopped crying.
I stopped begging.
I stopped fighting.
I simply smiled.
“Fine,” I said.
Patricia smiled back.
“Good girl.”
Neither of them noticed what I had done while Ethan was fastening the chain.
My phone was still in my pocket.
And while they were arguing about the Thanksgiving menu, I had quietly pressed the emergency button on my smartwatch.
A silent emergency call had already been sent.
But I didn't tell them.
I cooked.
I prepared the turkey.
