24 hours later – based on my assumption because that’s what it felt like – I was seated at the table in the kitchen, facing three grown men who were across from me. Someone had turned off all the lights and left one lone yellow light on, to enhance the atmosphere for more effect. Every time the wind blew into the kitchen, the light would sway slightly from where it hung on the beam, causing the shadows to dance, reminding me of Danny’s base.
Honestly, this whole scene was something out of a movie. I thought lone-lightbulb-interrogations were outdated.
“This feels like a movie,” I said slowly, still afraid of Tommy.
“It's not.” Tommy clasped his hands together on the table. Kieran and Adriel sat on either side of him with their arms folded across their chests, muscles taut.
They look se
