My Sister Dropped Her Kids On My Doorstep For The Tenth Weekend In A Row

go cold.

“What kind of report?”

“The kind where if this happens more than once, somebody from child services starts asking why those children keep getting left places they weren’t invited.”

I sat there with my hand pressed so hard against my thigh my fingernails left half-moon marks through my leggings.

And there it was.

The next surprise.

Not for me.

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