~HELENA~
The safe house was really just a boring, beige apartment in Queens with bars on the windows and furniture that smelled faintly of mothballs and old coffee.
The bedroom door was slightly open, and I could hear my brothers' soft breathing.
They'd been confused and scared when the men in black suits picked them up from school yesterday. I had told them it was just a security drill for Axel's company, some kind of VIP protection thing.
I lied to them. I didn't have the heart to tell them that our big brother, Henry, was the reason we were hiding. That Henry was the reason everything was falling apart.
I sat on the couch in the living room, my knees pulled up to my chest, staring at the blank television screen. Every time a car drove by outside, I jumped. Every set of headlights made my heart race. Every sound in the hallway made me hold my breath.
