Chapter 46

• I did, taking the chair across from him. In front of Michael was a steaming cup of coffee. He wrapped his hands around it before lifting the mug to his face and taking a long, slow sip. When he was done, he let out an “ahh,” shaking his head as he set it down.
• “You never realize how much you take for granted something like a damn cup of coffee until you’ve been stuck in a room for a while.”
• “What’s been happening?” I asked. “What have they been doing to you?”