I turned, startled, as Khalid approached us in hurried strides. My stomach tightened, confusion flaring hot in my chest. "What is he doing here?" The question spilled from my lips before I could stop it.
“I’ll explain on the plane Harlyn, but you have to come with me now,” He grabbed a bag from my mother I hadn’t realized she was holding.
“Here are some of her things, I trust you can get her more when she needs them,” My mother stated.
“My things?” I shrieked in disbelief.
“Harlyn, this is serious,” my dad stepped in. I turned to look at him, but his face, illuminated under the moonlight, revealed injuries I hadn’t noticed before.
“You’re hurt?” I reached to glaze over the bruise on his nose. Who hurt him? What was happening?
I was starting to feel my panic rise at the sudden events,
