Savannah's POV
"Are you certain this counts as bonding?"
"Absolutely, darling. We need to master sitting quietly together without losing interest. It's essential for any successful marriage."
"But I'm completely bored."
"Then we need more practice."
They say there's a razor-thin boundary between brilliance and stupidity. I'm certain Dennis treats that line like his personal jump rope.
My blood pressure climbs higher with every passing moment in this man's presence. It feels like experiencing an endless cycle of sugar crashes, one after another.
I've managed to calm him temporarily, but predicting his next move remains impossible. Time is what I desperately need, yet it's the one thing I can't secure.
What comes next?
What strategy might give me the opening I need to break free?
"I despise this activity. It's mind-numbing. Things were far more interesting when you actually hated me."
