CHAPTER FIVE
Sarah awoke at seven the next morning, not because of Raif's alarm clock that she had set the night before, but because of the children running throughout the house. Several bumps and thuds had awoken her twenty minutes ago. The sound of a glass object falling on the floor and breaking into a million pieces had her giving up any hope of sleeping in until a decent hour.
"Kids," Sarah sighed, dragging herself out of bed. At this moment home seemed a million miles away and six days loomed before her like an eternity.
Going to her room, she dressed for another war-filled day with the boys and housework, then quickly tidied up. After wiping up a good portion of the dust with a damp washcloth, she found clean sheets and a spare comforter in the hall closet and made the bed. They
