Jane looked in the mirror at the bags under her eyes and the bruises that were slowly healing. She walked carefully to the closet to find a scarf to cover the bruises around her neck. Rick was still asleep, and she didn't want to wake him. Drake was long gone by now, so she had no defense. She was only human, after all, and not a strong one. She wasn't like Xenia, but maybe there was something she could do for herself. Something that could give her some sense of freedom. Starting right now.

Jane scurried along to the kitchen and stopped before entering. She could hear Lacey and Frieda...