Iestyn was losing his shit, and Addy didn’t blame him in the least. She was losing hers too. She had thought the devil had come for them and she had let them take Henry so that her brother and daughter would be safe. The cold, hard reality of that started to sink in, now that they were out of the bathroom, Henry wasn’t in view, and Iestyn was crying out Henry’s name with such keening pain-
Right, practical. She could try practical. She held on to Iestyn and turned to her father, shaking as she tried to think. “Uhm. Uhm. There was a man. Two men. One of them- He grabbed Henry and shoved a pillowcase over his head. And the other. He- He uhm. Ziptied Henry’s arms. Behind his back. Fuck. I thought it was- Did you feel anything? Any demons?!”