“Okay,” they both said as I walked away, confused.
Amy’s POV
As soon as Mommy was out of the living room, I turned to Stacy.
“Mommy won’t let Claire take you,” I said.
“I know,” Stacy said like she was annoyed I would even think of it. “But who is going to protect Mommy? Daddy’s not here.”
“There’s all these guards,” I pointed out.
Stacy shook her head. “It’s not enough. You know how Claire is. She’s terrible. She’ll still try something. She won’t listen if we say no. Even if the guards say no, she won’t listen.”
I nodded, accepting her words. She was right, after all. Claire was the worst.
“It’s up to us to protect Mommy, then,” I said. “We can get our baseball bats and hide them behind the couch. Then if Claire comes in, we stop her, no matter what!”
Stacy blinked, looking at me
