“Well technically she will be until after the divorce, sweetheart,” Nathaniel shrugged.
“Only I can call her that,” Sophia narrowed her eyes at Nathaniel.
“No she will not be, she called me a wretched little child, I don’t like her and I wanna push her in a hole,” Amelie said, crossing her arms. “She better stay away from me or I’ll stab her in the face.”
“Hey,” Gabe poked Amelie’s side. “What have I told you? It’s not nice to stab people in the face. Anywhere else is fine, but not the face, alright?”
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”