“It’s open!”
In response to Cayla’s shouted invitation, Misty opened the front door and stepped into chaos. The cushions from the sofa were scattered on the floor. A bowl of popcorn was upended in front of the TV, where Frozen was playing at low volume, and a half-full sippy cup lay abandoned on the coffee table. Even as she watched, a giggling four-year old went streaking down the hall—literally. The kid was n***d as the day she was born.
A harried-looking Cayla chased after her. “Madeleine Faith, you get your tush back to the bathroom. It’s time for your bath!”
Already up to the middle name. Clearly the night wasn’t going well. Now Misty understood why Cayla had asked her to stop by her house instead of bringing the ribbon she’d picked up by the shop.
Shutting the door behind her, Mi
