Chapter Four
Tiffy missed her bed. Being forced to sleep on a futon, and a hard one, at that, was another reason she was up before anyone else in her parents’ house. She blinked at the sliver of light that poked through the blinds, and she took in her dark-haired little boy beside her, fast asleep. She realized some of the discomfort she was feeling was because the bed was wet. Her decision to give in and let him wear his big-boy underwear to bed instead of a pull-up had been exactly the wrong choice.
She rolled off the futon, her bare feet hitting the beige carpet, taking in her brother’s big-screen TV and PS4, which now filled the room that had once been her bedroom. Tiffy Jean Cahill had always been strong minded, strong willed, and had a somewhat difficult personality, as her mother
