“I don’t want to be cooped up here any longer!” Evangelie shrieked, tossing the half-full glass of wine full force toward Andre’s head. “I long to be outside, with others.” her words were weakened, devoid of spirit and strength. It had been three weeks they’d been cooped up in the cramped Villa - which, while big enough for several people to live comfortably; it seemed to be the size of a fish bowl to the duo. Always in o...