I stand frozen in the echoing silence of the entryway, the metallic clang of handcuffs still ringing in my ears as Barrett marches Alpha Jackson and Millie out of sight.
Kendric’s arms are my haven, a shelter from the storm raging outside. He clings to me tightly, refusing to release his grip.
I continue to peek around his arm from time to time, waiting for instructions, but everyone that passes by leaves us alone. It makes no sense and I’m surprised they aren’t asking more questions.
Why aren’t they taking me in to be questioned as well?
Kendric lets his arms slip from around me and takes one small step back. “Are you okay? You don’t seem to tremble anymore, but your eyes look fearful.”
“What is happening? Why were you holding me for so long?” I ask, my voice cracking under the press
