Annie POV
"What is it?" I ask Brandon while turning around to see what he's looking at so concernedly. I purposefully sat with my back to the room so I wouldn't have to see the men coming in and out. This way if I heard someone speaking I could pretend it was some scrawny little weirdo that wouldn't ever be able to hurt me. But I'm curious about what has caught his attention like this. The minute I see it though, I regret looking. The news is on and judging by the headlines and the caption on the bottom of the screen, they're talking about the trafficking ring I was rescued from. I shudder as my mind goes blank and I'm assaulted by memories I wished would stay tucked away.
"Get in there," Wyatt says grabbing the back of my neck and pushing me along. I'm dressed up in this long white nigh
