Darius
The girls decided to hit up the hotel bar and by the time Colson and I were able to escort them back to their rooms, it was two in the morning. I was dead on my feet. Luckily, Amanda and her girls won’t be up until late, so Colson and I have a five p.m. start time.
I entered our dark house. I put my kids on the little table by the door. I see Mazy’s bags are already there waiting. She must be leaving early. I was pretty sure her agency was sending a car since she didn’t ask me to take her to the airport.
An idea pops in my head. I go to the little office we all share and pull out some printer paper, colored markers, some tape, and little heart stickers that Stacy is obsessed with, and she sticks at the end of her contracts.
I color the printer paper with purple, green
