#Chapter192

“Christopher Michael Brown, if you don’t come down here in the next minute you are not going to like me,” Sasha screamed at the stairs before checking her bag to make sure she had everything she wanted. Then placing it on the dolphin fountain, she turned to the little girl beside her and wiped clean the crumbs of cookie she just finished eating from her mouth. “Where is your bag?”

“It’s on the kitchen counter,” she replied with her tiny voice, tucking a lock of her platinum blonde hair behind her ear. Sasha sighed and went back into the kitchen to get the bag and when she returned, she...