An absolute nightmare, the rest of the afternoon had been predestined. But it was worse than Emily had imagined. Thick tension filled every room in the house. Trevor whined, screamed and repeated over and over the same movie line, shoot the Wendy bird. He spun on his bum in the middle of the kitchen floor, and then flapped his hands when Emily stopped him from shoving toys in and out of the bottom of the stove.
Katy woke from her nap crying, and even now whimpered as she clung to Emily’s food-splattered blue jeans, shoving her thumb in her mouth. And to make it worse, Crystal wouldn’t stay upstairs. She violated all of Emily’s spaces, rummaging in Emily’s closet, and then Katy’s, and wandering through every room in the house. She settled finally in Brad’s office, seated herself in his dee
