This was where our terrible story began.
After the blow to the skull, I stayed lying down on the seat, just as Talon had demanded I do. I could feel May’s fingers grasping at the skin on my neck as she buried her face in my hair. She crying harder than before, so much so that it took the wind right out of my sails. Listening to her tiny sobs made it impossible for me to form my own.
In my mind, the last few weeks raced like a wild fire. I remembered back to the day that I had spoken to Nick. I wondered if running away from the orphanage would’ve been the best possible thing for us. If we had run like Nick suggested, we never would’ve been adopted by Masey and brought to the crazy town of Aurora to die at the hands of a maniac.
“Get up, Sissy, please,” she whispered in my ear. “You can’t
