Lincoln’s POV
I hate this, I don’t want to take either of them out of this f.ucking house, but if I leave them here and go alone, by if someone breaches the house and trips the alarm, I still wouldn’t be back before they were gone.
Taking them with me is a horrible idea, but I know I can take care of them if they are with me, I can’t if they are not.
I grab my keys from the side of my bed and stride out of the door, heading down the stairs to the kitchen where I find Robyn and Abby waiting for me. The little girl is almost vibrating with excitement, bouncing on her toes as she clasps her hands in front of her. In contrast, Abbey looks like she wants to be sick, her face pale as she tugs the knitted hat further down over her auburn locks.
‘Ready?’ I mumble, indicating to the door behind
