Zeden.
I was hearing voices coming out of my room. No one should be there. No one. Nobody got into my room without my permission or without me being around to allow it. I didn’t care what the reason was. Even Zameera wouldn’t dare.
The moment I pushed the door open, the last person I expected to see was Amber. And she was with Zameera. They were both moving fast—searching, rummaging through drawers and under the bed, backs turned to me. They hadn’t noticed I’d walked in.
“Zameera, I think we should leave right now,” Amber was saying, voice low and urgent. “Maybe when your teacher comes she can help you get another set of crayons for your coloring. We’re doing this without your daddy knowing, and Daya would be so mad that I’m helping you like this.”
“No,” Zameera answered quickly. “Dadd
