Jennifer’s POV
Flour floated in the air like snow.
At first, I thought I could handle it. Just a little mess, I told myself. Kids got excited, kids spilled things—nothing new, nothing impossible. I’d watched my neighbors’ children knock over jars of jam before, how bad could this be?
Turns out, when three children had energy like small hurricanes, and when I—already aching from cramps and still shaky from fainting the day before—was the only “responsible” adult trying to rein them in… it was bad. Very bad.
“Aria, not so much sugar!” I tried, reaching across the counter.
The tiny girl’s curls bounced as she tipped the jar anyway, granules raining into the mixing bowl. Caelan laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen and immediately reached for the wooden spoon.
“I’ll mix i
