I did not speak.

I looked at Beckett with his ruined face and his chained wrists, and I found that he had already begun to shrink, right there in front of me — the tall, charming, certain man I had married collapsing, in real time, into what he had always been underneath: small, and frightened, and caught.

Chapter 15 — Game Over

“Adrienne?” Beckett stared at me as they drew his arms behind his back, his composure coming apart in real time.

“What is this?