Lying beneath the bed, my mind raced with horrific scenarios. What could Lily possibly be involved in that required such secrecy? My heart twisted at the thought of her being in danger, but I couldn’t reveal myself—not yet. I needed to know what was going on.
The murmur of voices filled the room, low and urgent. I pressed my ear against the floor, straining to make out words. “The perimeter’s clear,” one voice whispered, a boy’s voice. My blood ran cold. What kind of operation were they running in my home?
Lily’s voice cut through the whispers, sharper now. “Just make sure they’re covered. No one can see. If anyone asks, we don’t know each other.”
