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Roger’s sister was staying with him as well, so the kid and I shared a room. Addy was asleep long before Roger and I finalized the affidavit and the rest of our plans for the next day. I finished prepping in the wee hours, and she didn’t stir when I came to bed.
I didn’t stir when Addy left the bed the next morning, either. In fact, I didn’t wake until she nudged me. Strongly. Multiple times.
I’m not sure what proportion of the words that escaped my mouth were profanity, but since I’m not a morning person, I don’t believe I can be held accountable for any of them.
“Sorry,” Addy said. “But Roger told me to wake you at seven. And to tell you there was coffee.”
I’d curled into a defensive ball under the comforter, and my head reluctantly emerged from its cotton shell. “Is he still her
