There was a long pause on the other end. I could hear the scratching of a pen against paper, the mundane sound of him working while my world was ending.
"I’m doing this for you, Sarah," he said, his tone shifting to that soft, patronizing whisper that made my skin crawl. "After your little 'disappearing act' the other day, I can't take any chances. The world is a dangerous place for someone in your condition. You clearly aren't thinking straight."
"My condition is fine, Jason! I'm trapped!"
"No," he said, and I could almost hear the smile in his voice. "You're safe. And you'll stay safe. I told you, I need to know I can trust you again. Until I can, the penthouse is the only place you'll be."
I opened my mouth to scream at him, but he cut me off before I could draw breath.
"Actua
