Shauna’s body trembled on the inside as she took a deep breath. A warm apple and cinnamon smell filled her nostrils and a sense of love filled her heart. Not something she was used to. Her home had consisted of moldy dishes and the back of her father’s hand across her cheek. Instinctively, she rubbed her face.
“Dad! Why do I have to get up? It’s the freaking weekend.” A voice echoed from the hall.
“Watch that tongue of yours, young lady.” Rita glared at the teenager slinking down the dim hallway.
“Sorry, Grandma, but it’s Saturday.” The young girl kept her face to the floor as she pushed back her dark shoulder length hair.
“Jessica, your uncle’s here.” Rita’s tone softened.
“Hey, Uncle Trav. Who’s the chick?” The young girl asked. She wore a pair of worn flannel pajama bottoms, rolled down at the waist, and a camisole that hid nothing.
When Jessica lifted her head, Shauna’s heart skipped. Jessica could have been Marie’s twin. Shauna forced herself gaze toward the other people in the room.
“Get some clothes on,” Bill barked.
“That’s funny coming from you, Dad. Ya know he walks around the house naked all the time. It’s gross. You datin’ my uncle?” Her eyes were gold in color…and innocent. So innocent.
“I’m Shauna, his partner.”
“FBI?” Jessica pursed her lips, then rolled her eyes just as her father had done. “Grandma, you said he was bringing up a girl, not his partner. I think there’s a difference.”
Rita stiffened her back. “None of you gave me a chance to finish my sentence.”
“Good one, Mother,” Travis said before Rita pushed out her hand.
“Okay, enough of this.” Rita waved her arms. “We all have things to do this morning. So let’s get to it.” She clapped her hands twice, then scurried off.
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