CHAPTER 16: Sarah
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By the time they got home Sarah was ready to kill all of them, especially Nick. Not only had he run the kids ragged but then he’d filled them up with soda and ice cream at McDonalds. Now, the kids were being crabby little shits. She stuffed the leftovers from the restaurant into the fridge.
“Uncle Nick, Isabella is touching me,” whined Peter.
“Am not.” Isabella had her hand right next to, but not touching, her brother’s face.
Nick held Davy who was fighting sleep. “She’s not actually—”
“Isabella, go get in the shower.” She’d had enough of all of them.
“Why me?”
“You’re all going to shower—”
“But why do I have to go first? It’s not fair.” Isabella ran her hand down her brother’s face before folding her arms across her chest.
“See. See. She touched me,”
