Chapter 91

“Georgie, why haven’t you been to see us?”

“They wouldn’t let me. Every time I came by these past two months, your grandfather sent word you were visiting or shopping or something.”

“He told us you didn’t love us anymore—that you didn’t want to be our brother.”

George swore under this breath. “I’ve been trying to save money to take us all away from here.”

“Is Bart coming too?”

“I hope so.”

“This is Charlotte’s room.” She pointed it out.

George put her behind him and used care entering. Noelle was a dainty little girl, and just because she’d hit her grandfather again and again didn’t mean she’d done as much damage as she’d thought.

“Georgie!” Thomas stood over the old man, holding a chunk of firewood. “Christmas! I do just what you tell me and watch the mean old man. He not move.” He nudged the body with his little foot.

“Good boy, Thomas. Can you watch him a little longer? I want to see how Charlie is.”