ALAYNA
Brandon’s side of the bed is empty when I wake up. I wanted to think that he’d only gone to his office, but I know today is their operation. I am now sitting with Casey in the living room, watching her brother drag a suitcase in our direction.
“Cassius, can you tell us what’s going on now?” Casey asks warily. “Are you going somewhere?”
“Not me, we. Pack whatever you can take with you. Clothes, money, passport...” Cassius instructs, and we watch him as he opens his suitcase and shoves some folders into it.
“What?!” Casey springs up, shocked. “What’s going on? Where are we going?”
“Just do as I say,” he orders.
“But can you at least tell us what is going on?” I ask. My heartbeat is accelerating in anticipation. I can’t help but think that this has something to do with Brandon.
