"You don't understand," Blair pressed her fingers on her forehead. "He....He...."--How am I going to explain this?--"He's been through a lot, okay? He has to be safe."
She was interrupted by a ring from the cellphone in her pant pocket. Amazingly, it was still working despite the fact that the screen was cracked in two. It was Nick calling. "Nick?"
The answer was barely a whisper. "Blair? There are people in the house."
"Who?"
"They have guns and stuff. I called 9-1-1 five minutes ago and I don't think someone's coming." At this, Blair covered her dropping jaw with her hand.
"What? Where are you? Are you hiding somewhere?"
"I'm at---" An explosion cut him off and the line went dead. The beep from Blair's phone could not match the pace of her racing heart. She slowly turned to T.J. with a horrified look on her face. Oh my God. Not Nick.