Chloe's POV
"At first, I thought they were just more patients," Jordan muttered, still sounding a little rattled. "But man, when they stood there, the air in the entire neighborhood felt like it was freezing over from the sheer aura."
I didn't pay much attention, keeping my head down as I sent out a "Request Denied" message on my encrypted phone.
Lately, the number of people tracking me down at the community center had exploded. Some were even driving in from neighboring counties.
It wasn't surprising that Jordan had jumped to conclusions—after all, my biological parents were supposed to be in Ashland.
"Let's go, Jordan. Don't keep Mr. McCoy and the others waiting."
"On it," Jordan chirped.
One didn't ask, and the other didn't explain. Just like that, a subtle misunderstanding becam
