Chapter 51 - Charlie

I don’t know how long Zak and I have been laying on our bed.  We were laid on top of the covers when we were brought up here, though one of our parents put a throw blanket on top of us.  The pillow is wet under my face and I have heard Zak’s quiet crying several times.  Neither of us has spoken or moved in the time that we’ve lain here.

Suddenly, I smell leather and clove.  I hurriedly sit up and feel Zak rise with me.  He looks at me, his eyes wide.

“Brandon,” he whispers.

We both turn to the door when we hear low whispered voices.  Our mothers are talking to Brandon, but we can’t really hear what they are saying.

Zak and I move off of the bed, hurrying to the door.  Just as we open it, we hear Brandon’s raised voice, “Clara, Laure