❝ He promised himself that he would see her again one day, no matter what it took. He needed to see her one more time.
He needed to tell her that she didn't have to be sorry.
He wanted nothing but her.
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 �...
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THERE ARE NINE cribs in Mom's room. The nine youngest, ages one to two, sleep and wake up with Mom.
And in Mom's room, the only ones allowed to help with bathing and changing the youngest every night are, for some reason, the oldest girls.
Me, Astoria and Gilda.
Astoria, Emma and Gilda made their way into Isabella's room silently and began getting the younger children ready for bed.
"We won't be able to get near her and if we do, it'll look suspicious."
Ray's words were on repeat in Astoria's head like a song on loop.
"We have to find the tracking devices and break them. Otherwise, escaping is impossible. Especially if you want everyone to escape. We're counting on you, Emma and Astoria."
