I pull on the little hand behind me and bring her little body beside me, careful not to step on the scattered puzzle pieces on the ground. I come to a screeching halt when I reach the threshold of my kitchen and see the booths that surround the island are turned over and the floor is smeared with...
Shea croaks, groggily wiping his hands over his face. I smile, untangling my hand from Nick’s. “You looked comfortable. Didn’t want to wake you.” Shea blinks a couple of times, focusing his eyes on me “What happened?” He gets up from his seat and crouches down in front of me. “You were crying. Wh...