CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Nora

This is not how I saw my day going at all. I was supposed to go grocery shopping, then meet up with my book club later. Not host a safehouse for teachers who escaped a massacre at Hawthorn Academy.

I’m glad the professors are here, though. I just wish everyone else was as well.

Especially my niece, Wendy.

Even though I’ve never met her, I think about her every day. I promised her father I would check in on her if she ever were to go to Hawthorn. Since I don’t even know where she is, I’ve failed horribly.

“I hate sitting here waiting,” Davis Stills says from his spot on my living room couch.

“Me too.” Marybelle paces the floor.

The two teachers are both good friends of mine, and since the moment they arrived at my door, I’ve thanked the heavens for keeping them safe.

“I do too,” I agree. “But it’s too soon to go out. The Silver Hunters could be anywhere.”

A knock at the front door makes all three of us look up. Davis stands, and Marybelle goes to the closed curtains.