~Nicole~
I stared at my house for what felt like forever, my brain stuck on the same thought: how the hell do I get all this inside without H.P. noticing?
It was past seven, and she was probably in the kitchen, scheming something as usual.
But what if she wasn’t? She had been unusually silent since this morning, and that bothered me more than I wanted to admit.
I roamed to the back of the house, glanced at the pole of wires she had chopped off after I had sworn for the hundredth time that I wouldn’t sneak out the window to meet Enz and Lulu.
“Only criminals do that,” she had said, warning. “Do it again, and I’ll show you how a criminal gets treated.”
Yikes. The memory sent shivers down my spine.
I sighed, It was now or never.
The window was still open, thank goodness.
I pulled
