Chapter Ten

Harlow

The sound of giggling and quiet shushing pulls me from a fitful sleep. “But mommy,” Prudence’s little girl, Sophie, says, her voice carrying into the living room where I spent the night on the couch. “I want to watch toons.”

“Just wait, baby,” Prudence murmurs, “Harl will be up soon and then you can watch your cartoons.”

“No,” Sophie wines.

“It’s okay,” I interrupt, trying to stave off a to