She needed to solidify a plan. Every minute she spent laying in this bed, laying next to him, was time wasted. Where once this room had seemed warm and inviting, sacred even, it now was only a cold, empty cell she could only escape if she set aside her fear and took action. All of the ideas she had to incapacitate him involved drugs, violence, or both. Was there enough Benadryl in the end suite? W...