Davina's POV
I stood in front of my mirror, excitement bubbling in my chest as I got ready for my second date with Irvin.
Just thinking about spending time with him again made my face light up with a genuine smile. My stomach was doing somersaults - butterflies were practically throwing a party in there. As I dabbed on some lipstick, strange sounds echoed through our paper-thin walls. These weren't the typical sounds of my siblings bickering - they were rougher, more aggressive.
I froze, trying to make out the muffled voices, but couldn't catch the words.
Without warning, my bedroom door exploded open, nearly ripping off its hinges. My breath caught in my throat as two men in dark uniforms burst in, guns drawn and aimed right at me.
The cold gleam of their badges marked them as cops.
My lipstick clattered to the floor. "Get your hands up!" one shouted, his tone brooking no argument.
