Sprinting back, Cara’s screaming her fright. “Shhh… It’s fine, Baby. Everything’s alright….”
Can I carry both?
Piggyback?
Too small…
I press at the oddly-shaped knot in the woodwork and with a Click the door swings, yawning open to the dark space beyond. Two panic-stricken screams rise and quickly, I flick the switch for the tunnel lights, then whisk both toddlers inside, pulling the door closed behind me.
ClickInside, I sit a sobbing Adam on one of the trunks of equipment and outdoor clothes routinely kept there, each labelled for the person the clothes fit.
“No!” Cara shrieks as I pick her up, fighting all the way, squirming and struggling in my arms. “Mommee… No… Dark, Mommee. Dark!” Twice I almost drop her, and then again, in places where I have to duck the low ceiling.
No… Dar
