Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3
Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6
Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9
Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12
Chapter 13| Chapter 14
Chapter 15.1| Chapter 15.2
Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18
Chapter 19| Chapter 20| Chapter 21
Chapter 22| Chapter 23| Chapter 24
Chapter 25.1| Chapter 25.2
Chapter 26| Chapter 27| Chapter 28
Chapter 29| Chapter 30| Chapter 31
"And so you are aware that Mrs. Michaels will be unable to enroll in back into this facility, correct?" The dark-haired, middle-aged woman spoke to me like she was reading from a script, making markings on some paperwork.
"Yes, ma’am," I answered. My mother stood next to me, as if she were…
Y’all must being getting bored with this…
”Chrissy, why are you staring at Mommy?” Paris tugged on my pants leg, tilting her head to the side curiously.
I blinked myself back into reality and blushed, biting my lip to try and counter that burning sensation. We were at the park and I was watching the three of them play in the sandbox, I decided to sit this one out so I didn’t mess up my shoes. “I dunno, baby girl. She’s very pretty.”
Charlie and Isaiah were just out of earshot, so they didn’t hear me. Either that, or they weren’t paying attention. Paris decided to play by me and tell me a story about a princess who lived in her castle—which was really just a pile of sand with a leaf on top to signify a flag.
”Am I pretty?” She asked without looking at me; she smashed her sand castle and started over altogether.
”You are much prettier than your mommy,” I chuckled, saying it loud enough for Charlie and Isaiah to hear.
Paris giggled shyly, blushing heavily as she turned her eyes down to her sand.
”What did you say?” Charlie called from the other side of the sandbox, squinting her eyes from the sun.