The next few days drag by. We’re bored out of our minds being locked up 24/7, and the frustration is starting to choke us—we’ve got zero leads.
Drake is slowly losing it. He spends most of his time up on the roof just to change the scenery. It’s his only way of feeling connected to nature now that he’s supposedly in a deep, eternal sleep.
If I had to leave the house for even a second, I was surrounded by three guards. Constant shadows. And while I considered them friends, their overbearing presence was driving me nuts.
The life inside our walls feels like it’s slowly draining from us. We’re all outdoorsy people—being cooped up like this is torture, and the cracks are beginning to show.
The kids argue. The parents lose patience. Then the kids make up, and we get drunk just to breathe ag
