Banging on my front door almost forces me to drop my computer and work on the floor. I sigh, unsure what’s happening. So, I deposit everything onto my kitchen table before getting to the door.
Sadie.
“Good, you’re home.”
The redhead walks right in. First, she shows up unannounced, and now she’s entering my home. Fabulous.
“Come on in,” I mumble as I shut the door.
Sadie looks around the apartment, seemingly dissatisfied with my living space. “Your place is quaint,” she tells me, as if it pains her to say the words.
“Is everything okay?” I ignore her last sentence. “The girls are okay?”
She raises a red eyebrow. “Yes?”
Hand to heart, I sigh. “Oh, okay, good. You had me worried for a moment.”
“Why would I come to you if my daughters were under any sort of duress?” She puts
