Isabel’s eyes fluttered open. Her head felt heavy, her mouth dry. She blinked until the ceiling above came into focus. When she turned her head, the first thing she saw was Lena sitting beside her, pressing a cool towel across her forehead.
Her body stiffened. “Lena?” Her voice cracked. “We are home?” She pushed against the blanket as if she could sit up. “How did I even get back here?”
“You should not move,” Lena said quietly, keeping the towel pressed down.
Isabel ignored her and tried to sit higher, her breath coming fast. “Lena, you do not understand. We cannot stay here. We need to leave. Something happened.”
“You fainted,” Lena said. “Mr. Dun carried you back.”
Isabel’s eyes widened. “No, you are not listening. I saw everything. There was a man. He had a gun. He aimed it right a
