My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Anyone in their right mind would know how serious it was to lose three children. Mr. Lawson's voice was trembling as he ran. He didn't even hear me tell him to wait before dashing into the house and up to the first floor.

Hendrix and I both sighed in unison. It was clear that Naomi had impersonated me to pick the children up.

Just then, me and Hendrix's phone rang at the same time.

He answered it, then hung up after a few minutes of silence. His expression was no more relaxed than it had been a moment before.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Jordan." Hendrix looked coldly out of the house at the vacant lot. "He asked us to come over for dinner."

Sure enough, villains colluded. When one showed up, the other would too.

Hendrix lifted his chin and pointed at my phone with a heavy sigh. "With such coincidental timing, there shouldn't be any harassment texts."

hurriedly unlocked my phone before seeing the text message.

but the phone number was not his. It must have been altered with

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I took Hendrix by the arm and headed back inside. "Get dressed! We're going to pick our son up!" "What about our

pick her up as well!" My grin widened, as if this was the first time I'd ever felt so assured about something. "Isn't it the same thing to pick up our boy as it is to pick up our daughter?" Hendrix grinned thoughtfully, not exposing what I

mother's affection for her children was naturally equal, but there was room for the occasional favoritism as long

be replaced without my knowledge after learning of Naomi's existence. Aurelia and Wynn were the two people about whom I was most concerned

were still young,

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mother's love. A woman who

was like a burst of flame and fire, dispelling all the darkness in my heart that I didn't even realize I. had. He could have asked Hendrix for assistance, but he texted me instead. Whether intentional or not, such

villa, I was in a

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in the other room holding a Napoleon cake that she had ordered from Black Angle earlier that day and was trying to feed her. Aurèlia, on the other hand, was less than cooperative. With her doll in