Lauren, who was standing by the door, turned and grabbed the doorknob, but stopped almost as instantly as she noticed Roland didn't move.
“Big brother. What are you waiting for?” She fastened her gaze back on him, eyes glistening with urgency. “Dad wouldn't hold them off for much longer. We have to leave.”
Still, Roland didn't take any step. His fingers curled at his sides, staring at her.
“I'm not going, Lauren,” he answered.
Lauren stopped cold.
“I'm not going anywhere. I am innocent. You have to believe me.
Her eyes narrowed, searching. “Big brother, it doesn't matter what I believe.”
“It does,” Roland answered. “I see the way you and dad look at me, and you have to know that I'm not that person.”
Lauren stopped finally, the hardness in her eyes fading.
“I am not in league w
