Twenty-Six
At His MercySleep would not come. There was too much to consider, too much to plan. Gus had locked the door to the attic room, so while roaming around the house was permissible during the day, night was entirely different.
Moonlight fell across my lap as I sat on the floor in the middle of the room and stared up at the window. Twenty-four hours since my abduction, everyone had to know I was missing. Or do they think I ran away? Are my parents searching for me? Is Noah? Would they bother to come to the old house?
Archie had returned to the compound hours earlier, and I wondered if he helped in the effort to find me. If he was, he'd lead searchers in opposite directions, tell crazy lies. Maybe they weren't even looking. Maybe Archie had told them I'd confided in him and said I
