"So, Evelyn, how are you feeling?" Saluvia asks while we're alone here in what is now my room. I look around at my bed, this big double bed where Esther sleeps with me.
"...Chained." That's all I say. It's obviously a prison. This collar with a chain holding me to a specific spot, and the chain on my ankle that limits how far I can walk makes it clear this is a literal prison.
'House arrest never made so much sense.'
"I understand. It really is a complicated situation, but I believe that aside from the imprisonment feeling, everything is fine, isn't it? Food, conditions, the overall context — Esther has been doing her best to make everything comfortable for you and the baby—"
"Why is Esther making me take so many medicines every day? What do they do?" I question her about the extra pills, which unfortunately I have to take or Esther forces me to take them.
