CHARLI'S POV
5 Years Later.
"Mina, don't run!" I called out for the umpteenth time already for the morning.
I could hear her soft giggling coming from somewhere in the hallway and I sighed, shaking my head.
Today was the first day of 5th grade for Jonah and I was excited to drop him off. If only could finish making breakfast without having the bouncy 4-year-old hurt herself.
Where the hell is her father?
Jonah entered the kitchen wearing his new school outfit that we spent hours at the mall searching for. Now he was tall enough to reach the fruit bowl on the high counter and I handed him his breakfast and we sat at the table.
"Where's that father of yours?" I asked,
"Talking on the phone in his office. I saw Mina heading that way." He stated and dug in not even waiting for them not
