CHAPTER 18: Sarah
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Sarah forced herself to walk casually to their bedroom, when she really wanted to run like the hounds from hell were after her.
“Aunt Sarah, Peter’s touching me,” said Isabella.
“You need to move.” Peter shoved his sister. “I called the couch.”
“Talk to Uncle Nick.” She cringed at the look of betrayal on Nick’s face as she closed the bedroom door. She leaned against it for a second but the thick piece of wood was no match for the kids’ arguing. She hurried into the bathroom, grabbing her phone on the way. She turned on her music but she could still hear them. She turned up the volume and started the bath. She was the worst kind of partner, leaving him out there alone but he needed to learn that children weren’t all soft kisses and giggles. Plus, the damn ma
