4
Olivia, Her House, 9:15 PM
Lucy must have heard my car pull up in the driveway because when I rushed through the front door, she was standing right there.
I froze. “Hey.”
“Don’t hey me.” She tossed her arms up in the air. “What the hell, woman?”
I blushed and couldn’t look her in the eyes. “I had no idea that was going to happen.”
“Obviously,” she said, her voice laced heavily with sarcasm.
Lucy liked to pull herself together for work, in a cute outfit and full makeup, but tonight her red hair was up in a sloppy bun and she didn’t even have lip gloss on.
The house was quiet, so I assumed the kids were asleep. It was nine fifteen, way past their bedtime. I had no doubt she’d tried to get them down promptly so she could watch the show without being climbed on or asked for juice.
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