The dripping water sounded like monotonous music, bringing a cool breeze through the open window.

Ciara stared blankly outside, letting the raindrops wet the patch of floor under the window.

Every time she blinked, she was afraid that this place would change and she would return to her prison. And she breathed a sigh of relief that it didn’t happen. No matter how long she closed her eyes when she opened them, she was still in the living room of Scott’s house.

Upon returning from the horrific kidnapping drama, the main team gave her a long vacation from patrol. Even though Ciara said she needed to be out there more...