Sam's POV
After losing my hearing in my teens, I'd spent a good few months getting used to the feel of the hearing aids in my ears. After that, it took over a year to get to a point where I could almost forget they were there.
Now, I was more aware of them than ever. And I wanted nothing more than to rip them from my ears and throw them as far away from me as I possibly could. I couldn't do that, however, or else I'd get my family killed.
Couldn't tell anyone about what was going on. Couldn't warn them about Lydia. Not without suffering the consequences. Lydia had made that abundantly clear.
"I will know if you tell," Lydia said. "I can promise you that." She knelt down with her gun in her hand, leveling it at me. "And if you think you can write a quick note, type a quick message, that
