Over the week, I've been hyper-vigilant, aware of every shadow and every sound as I navigate to school and visit Drew. Dad told me that the authorities are doing everything they can to find a lead on my brother and cousin's whereabouts. He assured me that they will be caught and put in jail, but the waiting is unbearable.
And then there are the death threats. My phone vibrates at odd hours, the screen lighting up with messages from unknown numbers. They are filled with hatred and venom, promising pain and suffering. I haven't told anyone about it. Not Dad, not Rhys. I don't want to burden them with my fears, and I don't want them to worry any more than they already do.
Sometimes the calls come in the middle of the night, jarring me awake from a restless sleep. Their voices are a mix of a
