Eleven: Mia Conner

Eleven

Mia Conner

There was a tall man with long, grey hair looking down at me. I was in a room that I had never been in before. And my head was pounding. "Where am I?" I asked as I sat up in the bed, I'd been placed in.

"Your home," the grey-haired man said, "finally. Rachel did a good job keeping you safe but it’s time that both of you came home."

"Home?" I asked. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

He shook his head. "You should know me. I'm your uncle. Barrett Harwell."

I blinked at him. "Hartwell?" the last name made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. They were one of the wealthiest families in the US and they were known for their mysterious disappearance. Their businesses were still running, but no one had any clue where the family was.

"Surely you remember your last name?" he said.

I shook my head. "Aunt Rachel never mentioned any of this. I thought the rest of my family was dead…."

"No," he said, "they were o