It was a few days later. They’d finally gotten the tent up, with many problems. Fay heard sirens, and sat bolt upright. Marco was standing outside the tent, hands raised. Fay frowned slightly and exited the space, to realize the clearing was flooded with police.

Sophia and Abigail were glaring at two police officers who held snarling canines.

Aleena was being handcuffed, which made only slight sense—she’d probably tried to murder one of the officers…

Fay slowly raised her hands high above her head as a policewoman came forward. She smiled grimly and asked,

“Are you Fay?”

“Yes.”

“Arrest her.”

Came the calm voice. Fay twisted around as her hands were caught and handcuffed. The man facing her had a scar across one eye, and that eye was partially shut because of it. He was frowning.

Fay glanced back around, noticing that her family were all being handcuffed. A question came to mind and she voiced it immediately.

“Why are we being arrested, might I ask?”

But there was no anwser…