Ava
“Are you okay?” Sawyer asked me as we drove back to the house. It was about six o clock and all I could think about was getting home and seeing my boys, all three of them and when I say three, I’m including my number one, Lucas, my number two, Snoop and my number three, Art. I feel like I’ve missed so much over the past three days. I missed Lucas’ first day of school and who knows what else. I wanted to be there with him to see him off and be there for him when he gets home with arms wide open.
I wanted to make cookies for him so he can tell me all about his teacher, classmates, friends and everything they did. Okay, so not make the cookies, I would have gone down to the bakery and got a bunch because everyone knows I can’t bake for crap.
What really bothered me was what happened
