Sienna
The basement was cold at night, so cold that I began to sneeze halfway. I felt my children shift around me, their soft snores in the air.
The bed was cramped for just myself, not to speak of the four of us. I sighed and rose from the bed. It was pitch-black all around, but my sharp senses caught the outline of their sleeping forms, all curled around me. I stroked Charles's dishevelled hair and removed, very gently, Caleb's arm around my waist. By the time I had extricated myself from their hold, I was already shivering from the cold. I glanced at them, my eyes pricked with unshed tears.
I had to find a way out of this, I thought, sighing helplessly. If Gemma couldn't understand what I meant for her to do for me, then I would find a way to meet my father, no matter what. I still had to find a way out for my children, who were innocent.
"Goddess, help me," I sighed softly, and pulled the threadbare blanket around them.
