I am already yelling out instructions to Trevor, Henry, and Jon, as we approach the house. I need them to help me make sure all the window on the 1st floor are securely locked. I am having Tatiana and Atlas take the kids upstairs to our master bedroom, we will be right behind them. We will need for them to check the windows up there and make sure that they are secure too. We got all the windows on the first floor checks and we racked up to the second floor, we all split up to get the windows on the second floor. Tatiana did what I told her to and put the children nearest the door, in case we needed to run out of here. She had them all sitting on the floor. She is on one end of them, and Atlas is at the other. He has our youngest, Sara, with him, and she is crying. Hell, I feel like crying
