She arrived the next morning with both children.
From her expression, she had brought them as ammunition.
Chapter 3
Rachel tested my boundary and discovered my house was mine
Rachel marched through my door at nine-fifteen with Leo and Mia ahead of her.
She wore workout clothes and a quilted vest, along with the cheerful expression she used whenever she expected compliance disguised as friendliness.
“Morning, Patricia. I need you to keep the kids until three.”
I was buttoning my coat.
“I can’t.”
She stopped.
“I have brunch with Mom,
