Brittany's POV

The woodshed is freezing. Damp. The walls are rotting. Water drips from the ceiling steadily.

We huddle together for warmth. Me. Avery. Theodore. Andy. Our bodies pressed close trying to share what little heat we have.

Andy is shivering violently. Her small body trembles against mine. Theodore tries to be brave but his lips are turning blue.

Avery's arm is around both children. Her face is tight with anger and ...