Chapter 59 Where Should We Keep The Kids?

• The sunlight outside was merciless. It poured down the front steps of the building. It was too bright, burning against skin that had only known labs and metal ceilings.
• Not while Nolan was shielding twenty pale-skinned, bruise-laced children with his arms like they’d melt under daylight.
• He hissed under his breath, guiding them toward Izzy’s SUV, his shoulders hunched like a mother bird keeping her babies warm, guiding the children with soft shushing sounds. “Stay close… the sun bites,” he whispered, even as he flinched from it himself.