_Lisa's POV_
The next morning, I forced myself to get out of bed.
My eyes burned from lack of sleep. My limbs felt heavy. But I couldn’t stay curled up under the covers forever. No matter how terrified I felt, I had to pretend that everything was normal.
At least until I could figure out what was really going on.
I dressed quickly in a pale blue sweater and black leggings. Something simple and comfortable. I ran a brush through my tangled hair and splashed cold water on my face. My reflection looked pale. My eyes were wide and full of fear.
Sierra?
I'm here, she answered softly.
I don't know how much longer I can stay here. Last night... that painting...
I know. But you have to stay calm. If they suspect you, it could get dangerous.
I swallowed hard.
So what do I do now?
Find mo
