Chapter 353 Two Days Only Ch4

• Missy Lane was already sweating when the phone rang.
• The kids were screaming in the living room — one because the other had “looked at him funny,” the other because apparently that was the worst crime in existence. She had pasta boiling over on the stove, laundry half-folded on the couch, and her suitcase open on the bed with nothing but socks tossed in.
• “Perfect timing,” she muttered, grabbing the phone.