C8 On it

On it

Adeline didn’t hesitate; she grabbed Reid’s hand, her fingers trembling but firm. “We’re leaving,” she said, her voice barely audible over the lump rising in her throat.

Reid stared up at her, eyes wide, his cheeks streaked with tears. “Where are we going, Mum?”

“Somewhere safe.” Her words were more of a promise to herself than to him. She refused to let despair take over