Three Hours Earlier
My wrists are rubbed raw, but I persevere because I can feel the cuffs slipping free.
I am done being a prisoner, especially when I have no idea who holds me captive. Aoife is merely a puppet. Liam was the one who brought me here, but why?
What purpose do I serve?
No demands have been made. Not to me, anyway. But I am certain they have been to Punky. I’m being held as collateral, but for what? And for whom?
Whatever the reason…I refuse to sit around and wait.
As I’m twisting my wrist, ignoring the pain, I hear the front door open and Aoife enter with Shay. I assume she’s picked him up from school. His excited footsteps pound down the hallway while she follows.
She doesn’t bother to check on me, which is her error because I am getting out of this f*****g house. To
