My mind was restless. I kept remembering the smooth and quality bedding I shared with my husband, the plush carpet and rugs, the feel of his arms running up and down my back to help me sleep. Everything could be gone.
“He won’t tell me what’s going on.” I touched the embroidered towels.
“They never do.” Rena drew the bottle to her lips.
“Agreed.” McKayla set her glass down.
“I just think it’s crazy. The FBI showed up at our home.”
“That’s part of the lifestyle. We all have to go through it at some point,” Rena countered.
“But all I want is normalcy.”
“We’re not a normal family.”
“I know that. You guys are just so calm about this, numb even,” I complained, picking up a water bottle.
“Sonya, we’ve all been through it. This isn’t the first and won’t be the last,” McKayla replied.
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