CHAPTER 5 | Parker
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Outside the elementary school, it’s another gorgeous winter day—robin’s egg blue skies, sunshine, and a faint nip to the air. As a southern girl, this is how I prefer my cold: faint. One could even say barely noticeable. Even so, I zip my jacket a little higher.
Ellie stands next to the doors and thumbs through her cell’s contacts. “I tried calling your nanny earlier,” she says to the twins, “but she isn’t picking up. Did she have an appointment or something?”
She glances up, just in time to see the kids exchange another tiny glance. Her eyes narrow to slits. Something’s going on and she knows it. “What happened?” she demands.
“She quit,” Brody says flatly. “Had herself a right shite fit too.”
“Don't say 's**t,'” Ellie hisses. “When did this happen?”
“Thi
