Dawn's POV
Thursday Morning — 7:30 a.m.
"Mom! Where's my other shoe?"
I closed my eyes.
We'd been awake forty-five minutes, and somehow my thirteen-year-old had already lost a shoe.
"Evan, how do you lose something you were wearing yesterday?"
"Talent?"
I stared at him.
He grinned. "Love you!"
"That charm is getting you nowhere, young man."
I found the missing shoe beneath the couch.
Naturally.
Pink watched me retrieve it, looking entirely too pleased.
"Don't even start."
Her tail wagged.
Traitor.
By nine-fifteen, both children were at school, and I was waiting for Chelsea.
Today was shopping day.
More specifically, the day I admitted that growing up in Arizona hadn't prepared me for South Carolina winters.
Did the kids need heavy coats? Thermal underwear? Snow boots?
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