Emmett had always been exceptionally clear-sighted for his age.

Emily, moved by his perceptiveness, silently nodded in agreement, her eyes subtly glistening.

"Yes," her voice quivered slightly.

Though her own pain was bearable, the thought of her children suffering was far more terrifying.

They were, after all, her weakness.

Emmett spoke softly, "Mom, don’t worry about us. We’ve grown up and can think for ourselves. Maybe, just maybe, give that man another ...