Chapter 25

Abby

I had been in the packhouse for less than six hours.

I already wanted to leave.

My room was beautiful.

That somehow made it worse.

It was larger than mine at home, with tall windows overlooking the eastern woods, a private bathroom, and a bed that belonged in a hotel rather than somewhere anyone actually slept.

Fresh flowers sat on the dresser.

My clothes filled half the closet.

My books were stacked beside the bed.

Even the framed photograph of Mom, Dad, Liam, and me had been brought over.

Liam had apparently decided that if I was going to be miserable here, I should at least be miserable surrounded by my own things.

I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the closed door.

I hadn't wanted to come.

Yesterday, Kade had asked me to consider it.

This morning, they had asked again.

Only this time they had come armed with new reports about missing girls, the escaped rogue, and ev