Catching sight of my disheveled self in the mirror, I pause.
For so long, I was nothing more than a trophy my father loved to parade around when it suited him or lock away when it didn’t.
Well, screw that.
I pull my hood low over my face and grab my suitcase as well as my backpack, where I have all my school supplies and the folder with the evidence.
I take a deep breath. This is it. If I do this, there is no going back.
But with what my brother and uncle have done, there was no coming back already.
Opening the door, I look around.
No one. Perfect.
My best option for escaping unnoticed is to head for the kitchen and exit through the back door. There’s no avoiding the cameras, but once I’m out of the gates, my uncle and brother have no way of tracking me.
My phone will read as me being in my bedroom, and my car is parked out front. Hopefully, that is enough to make them think all is as it should be, and they won’t know I’m missing until morning.
That gives me a solid head start to track down Ronan Sullivan.
If I can make it there before my brother notices, I’m golden.
And if I don’t?
Well, that’s simply not an option.
