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“I’ll do what I want with you,” she hissed. “And I’ll take your family too.”

Copeland had prescribed antianxiety meds, assuring Gilda that as long as Jack took them he’d be fine. But Jack didn’t take them. He had wanted to, especially on nights when he knew he wasn’t alone, when he could feel the rats crawling over him only to disappear when he opened his eyes. But every time he reached for that pill bottle, somehow, by some unexplainable force, he failed.