38 - Wylcome

~Grace’s Point of View~

I was somewhat panicking the entire drive back to Stingray, the guys wouldn’t tell me much of anything. But at the same time they both seemed … mad? Unsettled? I didn’t want to stir the pot so for once I kept my mouth shut. Grandma Glenda was too nervous, antsy. She was texting on her phone, I was sure to her husband. Finch was frantically tapping his phone too and I had to hope he was setting up things at work, letting people know.

It seemed we were going to the Sky Light. I wasn’t entirely sure why I had to go, it seemed to me even one of them could just take grandma. Right? I had no clue where it even was or how we’d get there.

As curious and desperate as I was to see this place, see where and how they grew up, the timing was shit. I had no clue how long we’d be gone. There were just too many variables.

When we stormed into the twins’ condo there was a weird humming noise and after five seconds a tiny DING.

“What is that,” I asked, as my grandmother sa