*Calvin*
The mornings in this house are chaos—just complete and utter chaos. There are three kids and three adults, so I don’t understand why it feels so overwhelming, but it does.
“You didn’t have to make breakfast,” Molly says, walking into the kitchen.
“It’s fine,” I tell her.
She smirks as she pours some coffee into a mug. “I like to hide in here when it gets too loud, too.”
I look over at her with a grin, our matching eyes meeting.
“It’s alright, you know,” she tells me, leaning back against the counter. “You don’t have to help so much. We didn’t bring you here to be a nanny. I just wanted to know my brother.”
I shake my head as I pull a pan out of the oven. “I feel weird not helping. I don’t know what else to do.”
“What did you do before you came here?”
I shrug. “We d
