Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and try to calm down. Having a f*****g meltdown isn't going to help me, and it sure as hell won't help my family. My head snaps up as the lock on my door snicks open loudly, the door swinging inward a moment later. My eyes widen as Constance steps inside, an armed guard behind her. Turning toward him, she holds her hand up, level with his chest. "I do not need a babysitter to talk to an unarmed captive. You can wait in the hallway." He says something back to her in Spanish, but she cuts him off. "You answer to me the same as my husband, last time I checked. So, when I give you instructions, you listen. Now, go." They stare at each other for a long moment before the guard spins around and steps into the hallway. Constance quietly closes the door befor
