Chapter Twenty-Five

Over the next couple of days a very chilling realization hit me: I was a prisoner in my own home.

I woke up the day after almost fainting in the kitchen, and my bedroom door was locked. I banged on it a few times and Sebstain unlocked it, looking down at me with worry.

“Are you okay?” he had asked, his eyes scanning me as if looking for wounds.

“Why is the door locked? Where are the twins?”

“Oh, they’re eating breakfast. Come on, let's go see them.” He turned to leave, very pointedly ignoring my question about why my door was locked.

“Hey babies.” I coo when I walk into the kitchen and see my children sitting in their highchairs eating bowls of soft cereal. I pick Ella out of her seat as she stretches her tiny arms up to me. I bring her close to my face, kissing her warm cheeks a little.

“Are you feeling better today?” I turn to look at Sebastian as he leans against the frame of the kitchen entryway.

“Yeah, but I felt fine yesterday… until I didn’t.” I set Ella back in her chair,