Darla finally let herself breathe in her room, her gaze settling on the backpack resting against the wall. The only thing that still tied her to her sisters. Everything personal, everything that mattered, was inside.
Her instincts didn't tell her to cover up; they told her to be on guard. She was always aware of her surroundings, yet she hadn't felt anyone approach. That alone put her on edge.
Tensing, she gripped the tank top in both fists just in case, before setting her eyes on the uninvited guest. Her gaze had to travel upward, way up.
Every member of her mother's team was built like a tank and the women, even more terrifying. Only Andrea, the team's medic, had looked remotely approachable. With her soft features and gentle hands, she had seemed like she didn't belong. When she sti
