CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LOGAN
“Skylar, baby,” I call from the kitchen, packing up her lunch. “We’re going to be late!” I remind her for the fifth time this morning. She’s two months into the year at her new school, and she’s not adjusting to the early morning hours.
When Maggie has the early shift, Skylar stays the night and I drop her off at school on my way to work. If there’s one thing I give her credit for it’s that she’s adjusted to our back-and-forth schedule quite well for her age. I expected some defiance, but she seems to be enjoying seeing us both equally.
“I can’t find my pink shoes!” She comes into the kitchen stomping.
Pink shoes? Pink shoes? I have no idea which ones she’s talking about.
“Where’d you see them last?”
“My feet.”
I glare down at her. “Well, pick another pair. We
