CHAPTER SIXTEENMorgan
Morgan shut the front door quietly behind her. With any luck, she could get to her room before running into her uncle. She’d been successful at avoiding him and the lecture she knew was coming. Turning around, she came face to face with Sam. Uh oh.
“Hello Morgan,” Uncle Sam said, his voice low and steady.
Crap. She braced for the lecture of a lifetime. “I was just heading to my room.”
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
“No.” She shook her head. “Just busy.”
“We need to talk.”
The house was silent. There were no kids running around or playing, and that was unusual. And it was kind of unnerving. “Where is everyone?”
“Trina took the kids to the park.” Sam stared at her with stern eyes.
“Oh.” This was unavoidable, even though highly unnecessary. And by the look on his fa
