Midnight descended upon the dimly lit room, bringing with it a cold gust of air that shook Becky to the bone. She had stayed quiet for the past hours, almost wishing the evil mother and son duo would forget she was even there as they whispered together conspiratorially in the corner.
She couldn’t hear the words they spoke, not that she tried very hard to pay attention. No. Becky was more focused on trying to see if she could get herself out of the cuffs and away from the Pollens.
The movies made it look like it was possible, to get out of handcuffs. Of course, it had entailed someone dislocating a thumb to make it happen or using a paper clip. Becky didn’t have a paper clip, and she was almost desperate enough to break every finger in her hand to get free and save Roman and their child.
