LYnn’sPOV

Downstairs, I hear it. The helicopter. Landing in the field behind the house.

I take each twin by the hand. "Stay close to Mommy, okay? Don't let go."

They nod. Frightened but trusting.

We rush outside. Erikson is waiting. The helicopter blades still spinning.

He sees the twins. His expression tightens.

"Lynn—"

"They're coming with me." My voice leaves no room for argument. "I'm not ...