Twenty Four
A foul smell hits my nose as I walk into the house. "Okay, who's got a dirty diaper?" My frazzled mom walks frantically out of the living room, a baby in each arm. "Don't worry about it, Freaya, I have it under control. Just help the little kids, will ya?" "Gotcha." I turn my attention back to the living room, where chaos has ensued. I guess this is what happens when you stick a bunch of little kids on a bus for two hours and don't give them anything to do. But I guess that's none of my business. A faint picture of Nicholas, with the smug grin on his face, appears in my head. "It's just business." "Mommy! Devyn took my Nikotab!" Noah shouts, immediately snapping me back to reality. "Hey, hey, hey! Devyn, give it back to him!" I rush into the living room to find Noah in tears and Dev
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