**** Alyssa ****
"What about my friends?" I question, trying to sound calm, but I know I've just snapped, and I am well aware that my voice sounds higher-pitched than usual.
"Oh, they are fine; everything is fine. Don't worry. I was going to tell you what we learned," he hastily says, obviously sensing my rising panic.
"You could have started with that," I flop into the armchair and dangle my legs over the side, feeling slightly annoyed but definitely relieved.
"Carin was right about my father taking Marc and Dara's pack and killing their father," he says. I had a feeling she wasn't lying about that.
I suck in a breath, "How are they?" My voice is tight and whispery. I wish I could be there for them both. What a crappy way to learn about the father you never knew.
"Well, I was jus
