KAYLEE
I slumped in the chair, my muscles refusing to do their job and holding me up anymore. I was drained, more mentally than physically, but all the same, drained. And pissed. Oh, I was pissed. A wounded buffalo had nothing on me. I was practically vibrating from the emotion coursing through my veins with every heartbeat.
The fluorescent light overhead picked that very moment to flicker like it was about to give out, but a second later, it stopped and its unforgiving glare shone on the scattered newspaper pages in front of me.
A beat passed, and then Zeke resumed his cheerful babble, completely oblivious to my turmoil. I turned my face toward him and he gave me a bright, sunny smile, his little fingers wrapped tightly around his sippy cup, which looked like it was about to slip out o
