“I can’t believe she’s letting them live in the same house as you after they pulled that shit.” She shakes her head, leaning back against Sean as he comes up behind her. “I’m choosing to focus on the positives.” I smile as Emmett climbs up on the old dresser beside me. “Which is?” he inquires, clinking his bottle against mine. “I can murder them all in their beds and claim it was a home invasion.” We all laugh, but I’m only half-joking. The thought has crossed my mind.
