Chapter Twenty-Three
I feel a little guilty for leaving Penny. She’ll freak out when Mrs. B shows up with her breakfast tomorrow, but I don’t have a choice. Aside from one day of speaking, she still doesn’t talk. She barely eats. I can’t drag her around Tanglewood. And even though I don’t trust Mrs. B or the security guards here, I believe they’ll at least behave for the camera, for the time being.
Besides, it would be harder to sneak two people out.
The one advantage I have is that I got to know the house before the extra security came. Before I became a prisoner here. So I’ve seen the way deliveries are handled, even though I probably couldn’t make it outside before being escorted back inside by West—or the man with the silver hair.
An Amish farm outside Tanglewood sells organic hand
