In lockdown, there is no escape.
Kenzie carefully measured off a strand of green embroidery thread. The precise movements, small and dainty, didn’t set Devon off. Normally. Nothing had been normal since lockdown, though, especially with Devon.
Between his abuse, the pandemic trapping her in Devon’s apartment, and Devon’s mother in a Mood, she wasn’t sure she could survive this much longer.
But Devon’s mother’s Mood got Devon out of the house and Kenzie finally had the chance she’d been desperate for.
In a time of pandemic, freedom to move is a precious commodity.
