*Molly*
I grab the twins and tell David and Mom to follow me. “Into the bathtub,” I tell them. They look at me in confusion. “It’s the strongest point. If the house falls, I need the kids safe.”
They both climb in, and I hand them the twins and Tyler. “Cora’s going to shift,” I tell Mom, who nods. We all know it, and we should be ready. I hand Andrew to David, anxiety creeping up. “You’re sure you can do this?”
“That man is not my son,” he tells me sadly. “Not truly. Command me if you want to, but I’ll do everything I can to keep Andrew safe.”
There’s no need to command him. I trust him. I turn to find Seth holding the mattress of our bed and dragging it to place it over top of them. He takes a deep breath before leaning down and kissing me.
“I love you,” he says softly
