“He’s coming for me,” he whispered against my lips, and I felt his tears mix with mine. “He’s coming for a-all of us. We’re going to die in that house, Molloy.” “No, you’re not. Don’t say that, Joe.” “He won’t let her go. He’ll n-never let her go.” “Your mam?” He nodded sadly. “He’ll kill her before he lets her leave h-him.”
