Bryce: The Trap
The wind rustled against my skin as we stood near the orphanage scouring the area for any sight of trouble.
The sun was melancholic nestled between the streams of clouds wafting around.
“You think he’ll fall for it?” asked Rose who wore a brown leather jacket, which neatly defined her curvy body as her hair settled neatly below her shoulders. I couldn’t help but admire for a moment before snapping out of it.
“He should,” said Wanda as she leaned against the building’s frayed brick wall.
“He’ll bite. I know Uncle Tim. The guy is as impatient as they come,” I said feeling angered by the man’s name.
I’d spent the afternoon before arriving at the orphanage with Elizabeth making sure to spend time with her. She was upbeat and back to her usual self with grandiose requests
