Nadine's P.O.V.
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~ Over a month later ~
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"War, we need to talk. Now," I practically yelled as I stormed into my brother's office.
"Naddy, we're in the middle-"
"I really don't fu.cking care," I cut him off, fuming.
Today has not been a good day. Odie has been sick for the last couple of days and last night was the worst. She barely slept, which means I barely slept. Every time she gets sick like this, she's impossible. Understandably considering she's not even five yet. It's just been a lot.
Plus, I think I might have caught what she has. Figures. And I am cranky as hell when I get sick and when I'm tired. Which means I'm on a warpath right now. My momma-bear instincts are on high alert, I'm tired, I'm pi.ssed, an
