The Ruined Leg

Torin's POV

The progress bar on the screen ticked forward.

The moment the video ended, the air left my lungs.

Fifteen minutes.

That was the exact duration of the drive from the prison back to the estate.

For fifteen minutes, Wren sat frozen in the backseat of the car. Her thin body pressed hard against the door, her cheek resting against the glass of the window, staring blankly at the passi