Kit set Julia down and let her run around the room for a bit. This house was nice considering the fact that Thredson’s family agreed to pay for it. Thomas was painting the aliens again and lying on the floor with his crayons scattered everywhere. He knew he’d moved on when he allowed Sister Jude to stay with him until she went, but Kit knew he could never truly be free from that place.
Briarcliff haunted his thoughts. Every day, he remembered what it was like there and he knew someone else was going through that. His thoughts were morbid and unsettling. But he had to try and forget. For the kids. Alma had killed Grace, and now she was locked away. The same way he had been. Lana was lying in her book, and playing innocent. She wasn’t. She was corrupted by the media now. She wasn’t his Lana anymore.
Kit sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes. He hated moving the kids. He felt like coming here separated them from the experience and maybe they’d take his children away from him now. That’s why he always kept a close eye on them.
He looked up to find Julia, but she wasnt there. He heard a crash in the kitchen. Kit’s brain ran at a mile a minute, and he bounded out into the hallway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
"Who are you?" He said, looking at the shirt girl currently holding his son. "Look, I don’t know who you are or how you got in here but could you please put my daughter down?"