IRIS
I did not cry until I was back in my apartment. The walk from the coffee shop was a blur and I safely managed to push the double stroller until I got home. Phoebe took one look at my face when I walked through the door and did not ask any questions. She just took the twins and let me retreat to my bedroom.
I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the wall.
We have to try and help him, Zorya said. How can we sit here in our comfortable apartment while he rots in a cell?
I pressed my palms against my eyes. "Because I am terrified. Because we barely survived the pack the last time we were there. Because we have Myles and Lara to think about now, and I can't risk their safety for a chance, a slim chance, that we might be able to reach him. What if I go back and nothing changes? Wha
