Debbie
The kitchen was dead silent. For the past hour, the air had been thick with confusion. Rex, River, and Rain sat there, watching me like I was a ticking time bomb. They kept asking the same question over and over again.
"What is a kit, Debbie?" Rain asked for the tenth time. "Is it for the house? Is it a weapon?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. My throat felt like it was filled with sand. I just stared at the front door, waiting. Finally, there was a knock. Rex stood up, his tall frame blocking the light as he went to the door. The guards handed him a small, brown paper bag.
He walked back in, holding it out to me. "The guards said this is for you."
"Yes," I snapped, snatching the bag from his hand. "I ordered it."
I didn't give them a chance to ask anything else. I turned on my h
