Nathan:
I ran my hands through my hair over and over, frustration and panic eating me alive.
What should I do? Think, Nathan!
Then it hit me..how the shelf appeared in the first place.
Quickly, I pressed my palm over the same spot, just like I had the first time.
Please, work. Please.
And just like magic, it began to fade.
Yes.
I shot to my feet in one smooth motion, ready to bolt—
But luck clearly hated me today.
The door creaked open.
I froze.
No one needed to tell me who it was.
My father.
Without thinking, I dropped down and ducked behind the door, my breath catching in my throat.
He stepped in slowly, talking on the phone, unaware I was inches away.
“Of course. Make sure someone’s watching him,” he said, voice low but cold. “I don’t want any loose ends.”
Him?
My brow
