Life had always been about right and wrong.

No gray area. No exceptions.

But my time with the bastard sons of the Institution were slowly changing my mind-forcing me to see that sometimes the only options available to someone were bad and worse.

Their justice was different than mine and I struggled with it.

Except now, they were gone. Every day I'd fought to leave them, to go home. But...I wanted them back. What did that say about me?

I was too afraid to look in the mirror.

What if I do get back to them? Their father wanted them dead.

Could I sacrifice the life I loved for them? Could I forsake my sister to stay?

Yet a nagging feeling in the back of my mind said they were glad to be rid of me. I'd been a thorn in their side from day one. Why wouldn't they be happy I was gone?

But I was taken for a reason. Now the most important question was...

Am I bait? Or collateral damage?