I wake up feeling disoriented and a little sick. I haven't had anything to eat in over a day. I've become used to eating since Diogo took me and forced me to eat regular meals. The thought of my husband brings a lump to my throat. I shake off the feeling and sit up, pushing a blanket away. It had been tucked tightly around me. Weird, I don't remember covering up after going to bed.
I don't hear anything. No movement, no sign of my captor. I creep through the door, making my way downstairs on silent feet. I'm not afraid of him discovering me wandering around the house. Far from it since he knows exactly where to find me. But something about the silent still morning has me moving cautiously.