Jordan's POV
The police officer made sure we were safe inside before driving off. The moment we stepped foot into the house, the atmosphere became tensed.
Although just like Elara had mentioned before, the house looked untouched from the outside, like nothing had happened but the inside was an entire different story to tell.
Shattered glass still littered on the floor, the bullet holes in the walls, and the memory of what we had survived.
Whoever was behind the attack had cleaned up just enough on the outside to fool the world but not us.
I could feel the unease in my family. No one said it out loud but it was evident in our eyes, we did not feel safe here anymore.
Mum turned to Issac whose face was pale and drained. "You must be hungry." She said softly, ruffling his curly hai
