Chapter 237

• The therapist came twice a day for Zayla Steele—once in the morning, once in the afternoon.
• After days of counseling, Zayla wasn’t as panicked as before when facing the therapist. Still, the long stretch of high-strung nerves had whittled her already slender frame down even more.
• Guided by the therapist, Zayla started to speak. Her eyes roamed the room. When she spotted the lamp on the wall, she pointed at it. “That’s a camera. He’s inside, watching me.”