CHAPTER THREEMorgan
Morgan stood at the kitchen counter and took a long sip of her coffee. It was early and the house was still calm and peaceful. Lowering the coffee mug and turning from the kitchen counter, she headed to the table to take advantage of the quiet moments, before the rest of the house woke. Out of nowhere, two tiny humans and two furry blurs practically cut her off at the knees.
Avoiding both children and both dogs, she skidded to a halt, rolling up on her tiptoes. By some miracle, she managed not to spill any of her coffee in the near-collision. Lowering her heels back to the floor, her body eased, and she took another sip of her coffee. Morning time at the Morris house was officially in full swing. She might need more coffee for this.
“Wow,” Aunt Trina’s voice came fro
