Gerry knew this was what his wife needed. If she had something to fill her time, he wouldn't have to worry when he left her alone.
When the trial offer kit arrived he took it down into the basement. He was careful to relock the door behind him and pocket the key.
"Honey? I got something for you. Maybe now you'll quit your struggling?"
He set the box down. His wife crawled forward, dragging heavy chains behind her.
The manacles had cut her ankles again. "Oh, Sweetheart, you've rubbed yourself raw," he chided.