Makayla woke several hours later. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. A frown crossed her face when she heard the muted sound of knocking. She grimaced as she looked at the time. It was almost five.
Rolling, she slid off the bed and crossed to her bedroom door. Unlocking it, she released a low moan when the knock sounded again, this time louder. It had better not be Rob, she thought. If it was, she wasn’t letting him in.
“Who is it?” she yelled in aggravation, pushing her tangled hair away from her face.
“Social Services,” a woman’s voice replied. “Please open the door.”
“Not likely,” Makayla muttered under her breath, even as she stepped up to the door to look through the peep hole. A groan escaped her when she saw a woman in her thirties standing on the other
