Riley's POV
When I step out of the bathroom, both Mason and Caleb are positioned outside the door like sentries. I can't help but roll my eyes, forcing a casual tone despite everything churning inside me. "Really, you two?" Their matching grins tell me they're well aware of how suffocating their protection can be.
Though right now, I suppose it's warranted protection rather than their usual overprotective tendencies.
We return to the movie room, and my gaze drifts upward, scanning for the source of that photograph. There, tucked in the corner, sits a small window I hadn't noticed before. A narrow curtain hangs beside it, likely a blackout shade. That window is probably kept closed most of the time.
We settle back into our seats, and everything appears normal again. But normal is the last thing I feel right now. My mind races, formulating what needs to happen next.
Getting out of here won't be simple.
