*Isla*
I sit on my bed, staring across the room at the wall, watching the sun chase the shadows across the painting that hangs there of a woman reading a book. I don’t know who she is, and it doesn’t matter anyway because I’m not paying any attention to her.
I’m basically as oblivious to her as she is to me.
My mind goes back over what Ben found in the floor. He hadn’t been able to look at any of the papers because he’d heard our other brothers coming in the front door and quickly shoved everything back into the hiding place and repositioned the board over top.
But it’s fine because I don’t really need to know what the papers say in order to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
Those “earrings” weren’t earrings at all. They were cufflinks. I could tell by the way that Ben was descr
