-Caleb-
The first thing I noticed was that the door wasn’t opening. At least not much. This made the guard next to me scowl.
What I saw next made my heart beat fast. Jacey. My Jacey was in my apartment.
Sitting on the floor. Duct taped, in her lingerie nightie, with her mouth covered.
Rage simmered in my gut. “What the hell, guys? Who left her duct taped on my floor, huh?”
The guards just chuckled.
“Jacey, love, let me in,” I murmured, trying to reduce the fear in her eyes.
She finally recognized me, and her eyes welled up with tears.
“Jacey, honey, you need to get away from the door,” I said kindly.
Jacey nodded and rolled away across the wood floor so I could swing the door open. One guard came in behind me carrying a vetted bag of groceries.
I knelt next to Jacey, ignoring him
