Sarah POV
With Zane at the temple and the girls at their riding lessons, I felt a little uplift of freedom and refused to feel guilty about it.
Well, not too guilty, anyway.
Every parent has felt that sense of freedom when the kids and spouse (boss) are busy and they have a few hours to themselves. Besides, my errands concerned the girls.
With Danielle at my side, I went first to my favorite fabric store, Zig-Zag, for more bits and ends, and then to Barnes & Nobel.
“I’ll be a while,” I told my bodyguard. She just nodded.
I had truly grown to love Hans Christian Anderson’s “The Nightingale,” but after the twentieth read or so, I had also grown incredibly sick of it. Yes, we’d read a few other books, like Dahl’s Matilda and Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, but they just kept
