Living with Boys

Rowena sat on the concrete floor of the archives, tucking her feet into the folds of her skirts, and sighed. The breathy little noise seemed to bounce into the corner of the bunker walls and back to her, as trapped in the room as she herself. For all that she might have screamed for someone to release her, she knew that no sound would travel into the hallways, even if one of the brothers were at home to find her.