Chapter |29|
C A I T L I N ' S P. O. V "Come on Isla, please eat it." The four year old stands her ground, pouting as she keeps her lips glued shut. I cut off another piece of the chicken nugget and hold it up in front of her. "Please Isla, I know you love them. You're just being difficult because I'm not your mommy." "I'm not scared of mommy!" She declares before realising she just spoke. "Ah, so you can talk. Does that mean that this entire time you've been lying to me?" She shakes her head. "Oh really, so if I call your mommy right now and ask if you talked to her this morning, she'll say..." Isla opens her mouth and bites off the chicken nugget, chewing it unhappily. I don't get it. Dinosaur chicken nuggets are delicious. I pop one into my mouth, tucking my phone back into my bra as she tak
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