Laying tied on the bed got me thinking about everything. Ethan, my parents, my baby… Everything in my life is so fucked up, and I just keep getting into deeper shit, without even trying. I could blame most of it on the baby, but it’s always been my fault. The prostitution, the secrets, the lies, everything was on me. And you know what? I’m the only one who can change it.

God only knows how much time has passed when the wife walks in and begins to untie my legs. My first instinct is to kick her right in the face, but then realize that my arms are still tied up.

“No use in trying to escape, honey,” She says as she unties my wrists. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” I sit upright and rub my wrists, that knot hurt a lot. “I’m Ruth.” I know better than to tell strangers my real name.

“I’m Janice.”

“Nice to meet you, Janice. You really should eat that food, it’s good for the baby.”

“That crap?” I ask. Then notice that I can use this to my advantage. “I need a knife and fork to eat it.”