The next hour felt like an eternity. Every creak of the house, every distant shout sent a fear through me. I paced the room, unable to sit still. Everybody was just lost in their own thoughts. Nico remained calm, monitoring the security feeds and communicating with someone on the radio.
Then, finally, I heard it. The unmistakable sound of a helicopter.
Relief washed over. We were going to be okay.
The bullets had already stopped by now but I was still nervous about whatever was going on or maybe they were just trying to distract us.
Nico ushered us out using another tunnel and I obviously didn't know anything about my house and the fact that I wanted another house which I was going to choose for myself is completely out of the picture right now because I guess my husband would tunnels
