Shaking my head, I sat up in bed. Dee was the nickname my brothers gave Delilah Allen. Of course, she told Kaleb I was here, even if she said that she wouldn’t. It was big news for a small town. The messages were Kaleb’s way of saying he wanted to see me. As my older brother, he was the most protective of the rest of the Kisment clan, even if he wasn’t the most demonstrative person.
Swinging my legs over the side of the narrow twin bed, the cold floor met my feet. A shiver ran up my legs. What a way to start the morning. I hurried across the small bedroom to the tiny kitchen. Weak sunlight streaked through the grime covered east windows. It fell onto the linoleum flooring that peeled away from the corners of the room. Water rings covered the ceiling where the roof leaked. The wallpapered
