Sanders is tied and strapped exactly like his son had been but not at the same location. This one is an abandoned factory off the road.
I pull the Glock from behind my back and set it on the table. The time is almost nine. Freya will be waiting, probably being a brat.
A smile tugs at my lips as I pull out my phone to check her messages. But it’s not the usual waiting text. My smile fades.
Miles and I are going to his parents’ place today, don’t wait up.
In case you’re wondering why 😂 We’re telling them we’re in love 😘❤️
Don’t wait up 😉
My fingers curl slightly around the phone. I breathe, relax into the chair, legs crossed, and type a reply, something I’ve resisted doing many times before.
Now it’s okay. And I know it’ll piss her off.
Have fun, little sister.
I tuck the phone
