CHAPTER 64

I reached out and took her hands in mine, even though we’re walking through the door.

I had to find a way to get rid of them. A way that meant they won’t be the first to get Milka’s photo. A way that meant we can take Milka out and do anything we want to with her, that meant we wouldn’t have to sneak her through the damn woods to get between our houses.

Milka looked up as soon as we walked in the room. “Mama! Dadda!” She scampered up and ran to us, arms wide.

I scooped her up, holding her to my chest, smiling. “Hey, little girl.”

“My lub Dadda.” She squeezed my neck as tightly as only a two-year-old can.

“I love you, too, baby.”

“My lub Mama.” She reached for Chloe.

She placed her hand on Milka’s back and kissed her cheek. “Mama lub you, too,” she whispered.

I turned my face and kissed Chloe’s temple, letting my lips linger there.

Mom walked in and smiled. “Done?” she asked Chloe.

Chloe turned and nodded.

“Great! Now, Conor.” She faced me. “Aiden’s in the garage whining like a little