Instinct told her she’d moved too quickly. Her practiced gaze quickly took in everything she needed to know. The room was basic, very basic. No wind...ws, no handle on the door, two-tone gray walls and a brighter-than-bright light. It was more like a cell but not like one she had ever been kept in before. The lack of windows suggested she could be underground. Wherever she was, the Nazi’s didn’t want this place being found any time soon. She was lying on a small bed to the left of the door. On. The next morning at breakfast, I decided to press my Uncle Dan for details about his conversation with my mother.“Are you all right, Uncle Dan? Did I do something wrong?” I offered.“No, sweetheart, you’re fine. I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. I should have known that you weren’t going to be living out here in the country with your 55-year-old uncle forever. I just didn’t expect you to be leaving so soon.”“Uh, when am I actually leaving?”“Tomorrow,” he announced matter-of-factly. “Your. I can’t have anything happening to you girls while I’m not here.” “AUNT SARA! THAT’S SO UNFAIR!” Mandy started “How can you say I can do what I want in one sentence and say the opposite in the next?” “I know how you must feel but I am responsible for anything that happens in this house. The answer is no!” Mandy rolled her eyes and swore under her breath as she headed out to the pool house where she had been staying during her visit. Sara felt bad but knew she was justified in drawing the line. And just maybe if it cost too much, my Mom would give up her stupid idea of a career. Shit. You want your life screwed up? Have a parent who's a xenoarchaeologist and a workaholic! I think even my Dad's tired of it. I think he made up that excuse so he didn't have to make this run with my Mom.I sighed and turned towards the head to see about a shower.I was just about to cross the threshold when the deck abruptly lurched under my feet and sent me to the floor. My heart started pounding. I don't.