C9 Chapter 9

Emma's POV

“And to what do I owe this?” Mom said, disappointed.

I could already guess who it was. I remembered her cologne.

“Can we talk like adults? The kids look up to us.” She replied, as snidely as she did earlier.

“And how's he out so soon? We barely got back.” My replied, still standing in the doorway, making no effort to shift.

“It's just a broken bone