Bobbie’s eyes were burning. She was exhausted. She was curled up on her side, aware she’d barely slept an hour. It was now just coming on seven and Olivier was already out of the bed, had showered and had disappeared into the larger outer room of the suites.
She moaned and looked at her phone. She and Everly had been texting for the last fifteen minutes devising a plan of action for the day. She sat up in the bed. Today was the day she was going to throw their children’s lives into utter chaos. It could either make them happy or terrify the hell of them. Likely it would be somewhere in the middle.
She sat up in the bed and pushed her fingers through her hair only to find it matted and in knots. She was verifiably wrecked. She groaned as she felt the very real reminder of the reason for
