2 years ago 22 year old Rachelle moved into a beautiful house that she thought was perfect. But over the two years she has been tortured by demons. All of them different and every single one of them having a different method of torture or what some of them call play time. For these two years Rachelle has been locked inside this hell of hers, wishing she would wake up. Until she really feels like her eyes are open and she has escaped that dreadful house... Or has she?
Some cages don't have locks.
Evelyn's childhood home has never felt empty-not after the accident, not after she lost her parents, and not after Jace moved in. He's always been there. Through every scraped knee, every heartbreak, every moment that shaped her into the person she is.
So she doesn't question the way he watches over her. The way he always knows where she's been. The way the house feels smaller than it used to.
Jace is struggling. Just like she is. And she won't abandon him now.
But when Knox enters her world, something shifts. For the first time, she feels like she can breathe. Like the walls around her aren't closing in.
And that's when she starts to notice them-the cracks in the life she thought she understood.
The silence that lingers too long.
The way Jace watches when he thinks she isn't looking.
The feeling of being trapped in a house that was never supposed to be a cage.
Something is wrong.
It always has been.
And by the time she realizes the difference between love and captivity-it might be too late to run.