Raquel sat on the couch, curled into herself, knees hugged tight against her chest. Sleep had been impossible. Every time she closed her eyes, that classroom came back, her reflection shifting, Mira's voice resounding in her head. She was unable to sit still.
Liam stood at the window, one hand braced against the wall, the other tugging the curtain back just enough to peek through. He'd been doing it for nearly half an hour, in sharp and restless movements, he also was on edge.
"Same car's still there," he muttered, his voice low, "it hasn't moved from that spot once."
Raquel's head jerked up. "What car?"
"Black SUV down the street," he said, glancing back at her, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "The windows are tinted, I can't see inside. It pulled up before sunrise and hasn't left."
Raquel's stomach flipped. She gripped her knees tighter. "You think it's…those same people from New York?"
Liam didn't answer right away. His silence was answer enough.
