The silence clawed at my throat for a few seconds and when I parted my lips to speak, Atlas beat me to it.
“What the— what are you doing outside?!”
My neck snapped in the direction of his voice. I shot to my feet and rushed toward the kids, they were running toward us.
I caught Leo while Atlas picked Lily and Louis. Our fingers brushed as we stood. Atlas parted his lips to say something but I was already entering the house.
I scurried around to find warm blankets and change their clothes, it was then, that I realized in the most tragic way that I did not have spare kids' clothing.
I was going to kill Greta. I was going to strangle her and—
“You looking for this?” Atlas said, a knowing smile on his lips.
My jaw hung loose as I took in the fluffy children’s clothes in Atlas’ arms
