Briele stood before everyone in the small meeting room, her expression stoic. It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop as she gazed around the room. Beside her, Layla stood, with a hand on her shoulder, comforting her.
“Where to begin,” she muttered, mostly to herself.
“Just start at the beginning,” Aeobheann urged her gently, and tell us your story. We have the whole day and if you need more time, well, we will give it to you.”
Once again, she eyed everyone in the room, when her gaze stopped on Nix, who had his head bowed. This would be hardest on him to hear, she thought, since most of his actions were based on the fact that he thought she was dead until just recently.
“I was taken,” she started, straightening her spine, “While out on a trip to the store. Layla’s father was too para
