EMILY’S POV.

I scrolled upwards to a safe place where they had talked about Katie, and took my hand off Sadie’s eyes.

“What was on it?” She snapped.

“I guess your eight-year-old brain can’t guess.” George teased, and she made to scroll, but we both swatted her hand away.

“Something really dirty. Something like what you saw him doing in the garden.” I said, and her little fingers flew to her mouth.

“She is so screwed.” She said, excitedly, and screamed in happiness. “We ...