I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

dot glowed bright.

I did not hide what I was doing.

“Start talking,” I said.

Evelyn tried the soft voice first. The concerned stepmother voice she used when she wanted to look reasonable.

“Kendall, we are worried sick about the children,” she said. “This is not the time to accuse anyone.”

“Stop,” I said. “Brandon told me you warned him the chocolates were continue reading …