"I can't believe you let that man make you stay here, it's as if you are a prisoner."
Amy watched Helen in silence as she ranted about pacing the room in a way that made her a headache. "When you finish ranting about, sit on the bed." She got up and took a glass of fresh fruit juice, sipped it, held her silk gown, and walked to the balcony. She couldn't believe that Jeff had actually locked her in the villa for two days.
The only place she was allowed to go to was at Grandpa. It was as if she was actually grounded, escorted heavily by guards. Funny enough even her parents had never grounded her and here she was, hmm, grounded in her marital home! She sipped her juice as she gazed at the blue clear sky. The sun was at midday and she was in no hurry to do anything.
"Baby girl, your phone," Helen opened the screen door holding her phone to her. "Jay, who's the guy?" Helen asked, curious as usual.
