Chapter Forty-Four. Cal.
Bloody Samantha!
The house is a mess, I am exhausted, which is not going to change anytime soon. Shards of broken glass twinkle from the sunlight on my wood floor. Thank the heavens above that I don’t have carpets. Once the guys from scene of crimes arrive, I can get it cleaned up, the floors washed, wait for them to dry, then repeat the process a further two or three times. With two kids, I must be more than certain that not even the smallest slither of glass is left on the floor. Trust me, no matter how many times I tell Daunte to put his slippers on, my little boy will run around in his bare feet. He hates wearing even a pair of socks inside the house. The last thing we need is a trip to the hospital, because he has glass stuck in his foot!
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