Chapter three Willow
Mom sits on the couch thumbing through photo album when we all leave the bedroom. “It’s a lovely home, Willow,” she says, fighting a grin. “But you sure have some squeaky floors.”
My cheeks burn.
Mom sits on the couch thumbing through photo album when we all leave the bedroom. “It’s a lovely home, Willow,” she says, fighting a grin. “But you sure have some squeaky floors.”
My cheeks burn.