I sat on the living room couch.
My parents were tucked to one side of me, Theo pressed close to me from my left side.
Things were . . . well, they’d been strange.
After using one of the guards cellphones to call my parents, telling them that I had literally no idea where I was, they’d been hysterical. Theo had been shouting to check on Google Maps on the phone I was using. Duh. I’d screenshotted it and sent it to them before three way calling the authorities.
I didn’t want to talk. Not really, so I was happy to have the assistance.
And when the authorities arrived, most of the guards had been further mutilated by the starving children who were oddly . . . subdued now that they were fed. They acted like normal children now, their eyes going back to their defaul
