Samara

I’m dreading talking to Sloane and Slade. He’s really too young to understand, but I feel like Sloane already knew what was coming.

Roman knocks on the door before we step inside. Sloane is sitting on the floor with Aria in her arms and Slade beside her. She’s got her arm around him while they cry.

“Are you going to kill us too?” she asks.

“No, sweetheart,” I say, dropping to the floor to make myself less intimidating. Roman crouches down beside me, watching ...