Her first instinct when she was rudely awoken was anger. Furious, she rolled from her bed, stomping to the door to yell at Conner for his noise. He hadn’t returned home by the time she crawled into bed and drifted off into a fitful sleep, and now he had the gall to sing at the top of his voice at this hour of the night. After the day they had.
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