ISLA POV
"Get those cameras off my grass right now!" Ruby shouts, slamming the wooden front door so hard the glass pane rattles in its frame.
She turns around, her back pressed flat against the door, breathing fast and hard. Outside, through the heavy yellow curtains, white flashbulbs pop against the window like lightning.
"How many are out there?" I ask, sitting at the kitchen table with my legs pulled up tight against my chest.
"Three," Ruby says, marching over to the sink and grabbing the blue plastic kettle. Her fingers shake as she fills it under the tap. "Three men in black jackets with giant lenses. One of them actually tried to put his boot in the door frame when I opened it to get the morning paper."
I look down at my lap, as my hands rest over my stomach.
"Did they say anyt
