Chapter 92

“Can you show me your room, Thomas? We’ll get you packed up, and then we’ll get out of this place.”

“Okay, Georgie.” Thomas took his hand and led George to the tiny room.

George gritted his teeth. The room was under the eaves and was barely large enough for a cot and a small chest of drawers.

Thomas toddled to the cot, pulled his stuffed lamb over the side, and clutched it to him. George smiled at him, although he was growing anxious. They needed to get out of this house as quickly as possible.

George pulled out the few clothes that were in the drawers, dressed Thomas, then scooped him up and hurried them back to Charlie’s room. 39

George drew the bay horses to a stop in front of the tenement on East 21stStreet and glanced over his shoulder. It had been a rough evening for the little ones, and they were fast asleep in the carriage. He hopped down, ran into the building, and tapped on Bart’s door.