Davina's POV
Nowhere To Run
I pressed my spine against the cold wall, wrapping my arms around myself as I listened to the mayhem erupting in the hospital room.
Everything felt distant.
As if I was floating above my own body, observing my family, catching their words but unable to truly absorb them.
Our home was no longer a sanctuary.
Not that it had ever been truly secure, but now it had become something far worse.
A bullseye.
"They returned," Dotty had gasped, winded, terror draining the color from her face. "They sprayed bullets through the neighborhood, kicked in our front door, demolished everything inside. Nothing's left intact."
I could barely process her words before our mother was summoned, before the entire family crowded into Chase's hospital room, voices overlapping, fear saturating the air.
