The industrial-sized dryer in the laundry room was the only thing keeping Giselle grounded. She was sorting through a pile of cloths when her phone vibrated.
It was a group call: Lawrose and Serayah.
"Hi, guys," Giselle said, her voice weary.
"Hold it right there," Lawrose snapped. "Serayah, repeat what you just told me. Word for word."
"Giselle," Serayah’s voice came through, sounding worried. "You spent two days in my house after you came back from the hotel. You promised to go to that house, grab your bags, and come back the same day. It has been almost a week. Why are you still there?"
"Oh! Okay guys listen, I have an explanation for that," Giselle began.
"I don’t want to hear it!" Lawrose shouted. "Serayah, what is the clinical name for victims who cling to the people who tortur
