Chapter 113
RAE KELLER
I stood by the kitchen counter, hands braced on them so I would not fall on legs that had now turned jelly, my lips was dry and my throat patched, my heart beat like crazy and I was sure I would start hyperventilating soon.
I tried not to though, on my right, arlan stood, his constant hand on my shoulder serves to hold me up and keep me sane, my daughter sat in the counter, legs bouncing agitatedly, munching on the chocolate cookies that her aunt Rosha had gotten her, she looked worriedly at me but she did not talk, Rosha stood beside her, looking on at me.
Stacy stayed by the counter, still in her apron, holding her spoon and liking like she would like to bash someone with it, maybe two people, she had a big scowl on her face, Greg had excused himself to go and try to make our chest uncomfortable.
