“I have them, Joey.” Four words that shook the foundations I was standing on, followed swiftly by four more. “I got them out.” “You have them?” Dizziness engulfed me as I tried to comprehend what the fuck he was saying. He had them? My kids? He had them? “You got them out?” He nodded vigorously as his arms came around my body. “Ollie, Tadhg, Sean, and Shannon.” Ollie. Tadhg. Sean. Shannon. Johnny Kavanagh had them?
Im sick
