I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. My hands were still sore from last night’s escape so I picked up the phone with a shaky hand. My heart is still heavy from everything we found.
Carson was already up, standing by the window and looking outside like he was expecting or ready for trouble.
“What is it?” I asked as I sat up.
“Nothing yet,” he said. “But I don’t trust quiet mornings anymore, everything seems to be a trap recently,”He added.
I stood and walked to him.
“Did you sleep at all?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No. I couldn’t. I kept thinking about what’s next.”He said.
I placed my hand on his shoulder. “We’re still standing, so everything is still okay,” I said.
He looked at me. “Barely.”
There was silence for a while, then he turned to me, looking worried.
“Please,
