I wake in alert to my new surroundings. It’s one I’m familiar with, but one I’m immediately regretting. I sit up, looking around as if the world will suddenly make sense if I take in the scenery around me. My room is the same as it was the day that I left The Serendin for Bronson’s home. I can still remember packing up the little items I claimed to own, as Mick and Charles gave the speech about saving my brother.
My brother.
I never heard him come in last night and I don’t know what scares me more, the fact that he isn’t here, or the fact that I can no longer tell if I can trust his word. I begged him not to go after Bronson, explained that I wasn’t brainwashed and that I was in no immediate danger from him, but if he’s not home, where the hell is he?