Though we were nearly always in the same room, I gave Greyson as much space as he needed. Sometimes he sat in bed with me and read aloud, and sometimes he sequestered himself on the far side of the room, not saying a word for hours at a time. We watched the news together as much as we could stand, but try as I might, it was impossible for me to read between the lines the way Richardcould.
Every morning I woke up with my stomach in knots, certain Daxton would take one look at me and know I wasn’t the real Amanda, but over the course of the next several days, I didn’t see him at all. Greyson and I discussed plan after whispered plan of how to take him out. While he slept, at dinner, bribing a guard for a gun—there were any number of ways we could do it, but nothing was a guarantee. And the
