Someone needed to tell Beta Sheryl where her goddaughter was or she was going to go crazy. And by crazy like really crazy.
"Gal," Jordan murmured in his sleep.
"Oh, great!"
It wasn't great.
She had a sleeping boy in her car seat and a missing lady who she was sure if she didn't find as soon as possible lot of people would go crazy, herself to begin with.
And then Michaela would follow next, and it won't be nice.
And then Jordan, and it won't be good either.
She was failing and she was failing really hard.
"Sheryl," Jordan called and she turned back for a few seconds and when she found his eyes closed she concluded the boy was sleep talking again. She smiled, good, even if she was failing, her godson didn't think so.
"Way to go Sheryl way to go." She thought and smiled at herself.
