Nadia
“Let’s go,” Cole says, his voice cold.
Rose turns and starts to protest, but when she sees his face – and then my body pressed to his – her brows raise, her words failing.
Cole doesn’t say anything, stepping towards the stairs. His arm drops from its place around my waist but he takes my hand, pulling me along. I go, my feet moving absently while my mind stays fixed on the horrible sight of those ruined mattresses – evidence of something terrible here –
My mind darts around to all the awful things it could mean, settling on nothing, constantly producing more and worse ideas.
“At least leave me the light!” Rose calls, frustrated.
“Come on!” Cole shouts, out of patience, taking me up the stairs. When we come back into the light of the foyer I suck in a deep breath –
I hadn’t
