Chapter 67 Suck-up Daughter

• The sound of shattering glass hadn’t fully settled before Izzy stormed out of the bathroom, towel abandoned, clothes half-fastened, as she sprinted through the door, heart pounding.
• The living room looked like war had chosen a new battleground.
• One child had another boy by the throat—tiny fingers clenched, eyes wide and wild like a feral animal backed into a corner. The other boy's face flushed pink, his legs kicking the air. And in the middle, flailing helplessly, stood Nolan, trying to separate them.