"Idiot," Sophia muttered under her breath as she drove up to the prestigious private preschool. Her kids had just finished school.
"Angela, I'm over here…"
Before she could even finish her sentence, suddenly!
A young woman, dressed in expensive clothing, reached out her hand in front of the kids, saying something Sophia couldn't catch.
Furrowing her brow, Sophia watched as the woman reached out to pick up Faye.
"Don't touch me!"
"Don't touch Faye!"
Riley Nelson, just about to pick up the child, was suddenly stopped by the other five kids!
"I know your father. He sent me here."
Angela pulled Faye behind her. "My daddy sent you? Fine, then answer me this—what's my mommy's name? Where do we live? What are my parents' birthdays? What's their phone number? Can you answer any of these?"
Riley hesitated. She hadn't expected the kids to be so sharp.
