Betrayed
He helps me to my feet so I can say goodbye to them as well.
“That would be great, thanks,” Lincoln replies. We walk Betty and Aurelia out to the car, say goodbye once more, then send Freya up to get changed for bed. “I think she wants me to read her one of the books I brought her. I found a few on Norse, Roman, and Greek mythology for kids.”
“She’ll love that,” I reply.