She’s spent a lifetime listening to the note of caution in the voice of her inner self. On the occasions she hasn’t, she’s endured its lengthy, shaming monologues. Daddy. Daniel. Jack. But one stormy night, she ignored the warning and pulled on her red robe to dash through the rain to the next motel room. That he treated her so tenderly didn’t switch off the voice entirely. Instead, she made a bargain. And tonight, as she slips out of the shadows of his bedroom and into the crinkled sheets, she’s cashing in her chips and taking the gamble.