Kendell

"So what are we going to do about the invitation?" George asked as he sat in my room.

"We do nothing, and we are definitely not going," I said as I ran my hand through my chestnut hair.

"Have you seen the cradle Kia got for the pups?" George spoke.

I arched my brow. "Cradle?"

"Yes, cradle..."

"Why do I feel he's getting way ahead of himself?" I huffed.

"He's just trying to be a good uncle; don't you think?"

"Yes, he shouldn’t just get overly excited..."

The thought of Alexa crossed my mind. How was she doing? Did she need anything?

I remembered the night she had come...