Cyrus

"We wait."

I spotted the expectation in her eyes as soon as she asked the question. A splash of hopefulness.

As if she expected me to break out a package of dental floss from my back pocket and guide us out of our situation.

We were in a shipping crate and I was the face of my operation with my twin Corbin, not the brains. Plus, dental floss never worked against metal. And our jail cell wouldn’t crack easily. Someone modified the ...