I'm not ready for this, I think as we come to a stop. Castien stands beside me. I glance up at him, silently asking him if he is.
His eyes sparkle, brightening with the promise of creating hell as soon as we step inside, and then I think, maybe with him here, I can handle it.
Inside its quiet. Large, cold and quiet, and with Castien here, I feel insecure. Vulnerable. He's getting to see the loneliness of my life and I don't like it.
I pull out my fully charged phone, Richie was nice enough to charge it for me, and check the time.
9:16
Would they still be having breakfast? Did they notice my absence? Or are they unaware that they're daughter never slept in her bed last night?
I lead the way to the kitchen, squaring my shoulders and holding my head up high as if I'm not phased at a
