Brady woke up to the smell of breakfast downstairs. The potent smell of bacon, eggs, coffee…
Charlotte wasn’t in bed beside him. Looking at the clock, he was surprised at the time.
5:12 am
“What the—” he got up and pulled on a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt. Today is the last day they can get the girls out and he didn’t want to remind Charlotte of the circumstances. Though the fate of his kids—all of them—was heavy on his mind, he managed to focus on his wife.
Stepping into the kitchen, he found Rose leaning against the counter with coffee in her hands while Charlotte worked like the Energizer bunny in the kitchen.
“Char? What’s going on?”
Charlotte smiled up at Brady. “Oh! I’m making breakfast. Are you hungry, love?” Rose raised her eyebrows and her shoulders
