Nolan and Nicholas sat on the cold floor, their small arms crossed defiantly over their chests.
Their sharp, wide eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail. Nolan leaned closer to his twin, whispering, "Nicky, we need to escape. Or at least let Mummy and Daddy know where we are."
Nicholas frowned, his small face crinkling with worry. "But how? They took everything. No watches, no phones. What can we do?"
Nolan’s lips pursed, his brows furrowing. “We’ll think of something. Our teacher always says, 'Even a small bird can fly over a storm if it tries hard enough.'”
Nicholas sighed but nodded. “Okay, but... I’m scared, Nolan. That lady—she has a gun.”
Before Nolan could respond, Emily yawned loudly from across the room, drawing their attention.
She stretched lazily, her expre
