Stacey’s POV:
I went back home after the day's teaching drill to the scent of familiarity… Home.
Sighs.
I hadn’t even spent thirty minutes on the couch when the call from Tessa’s preschool teacher came in; “Ma’am, your attention is needed in school; something’s wrong with your daughter.”
“Oh my God! What's wrong with Tessa? I’m on my way.” I replied, picking up the car keys from where I abandoned them on the table and buckling the strap of my heels, racing to the door.
It’s times like this I wish I could strangle those sorry excuses of lovers for giving me an unhealthy child …sighs. But what could one do? Tessa was still my perfect little girl, and despite my mental rant and cursing of people that don’t even matter, I arrived at Tessa’s school.
Rushing in, I went to her class, and
