“Just tonight.
I’ll have them out before the breakfast shift, you won’t even—”
“Not my problem.”
Then she looked up, past the manager, and she saw me, and every drop of color went out of her face.
“Yelena,” I said.
Chapter 6 — The Key Card
Her face filled with something between fear and fury.
“Boys,” she said, gathering them with her eyes, “come with me.
Now.”
She took them out onto the street, and I followed, because there was no version of me that could have stayed behind.
February wind came down the avenue like a blade.
Two worn duffel bags sat on the sidewalk beside the children — everything, I understood, that the five of them had.
Torin was shivering.
Tennison had his face pressed into his mother’s hip.