Forever Friends
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2019948229
ISBNs: 978-1-5387-5112-1 (trade paperback), 978-1-5387-5109-1 (ebook)
E3-20191017-DA-ORI
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Chapter One
Sadie Landry sliced a handful of strawberries to stir into her toddler’s Greek yogurt cup, absently humming along to the Pop 4 Kids playlist on the iPhone she’d propped against a stack of picture books. As she peeled back the foil top, the scent of sour dairy roiled her stomach, and she lurched with a gag. Good lord, had it gone bad? She checked the expiration date. Two weeks away.
Weird. Since when had the scent of yogurt become so nasty? Lincoln wolfed it down for breakfast every morning and she loved adding it to her strawberry-banana smoothies.
“Mommy! I make the pee-pee!” Lincoln had started stringing sentences together a few weeks ago. His adorable squeak still came as such a surprise that it took an extra second to register that these particular words were the polar opposite of delightful.
She glanced at the “Keep Calm and Carry On” print hanging on the kitchen wall. Was momsanity a diagnosable condition? Hmmmm. Something to research during naptime. Right now it was time to refocus on her nearly two-year-old, nearly potty-trained son, tugging at the waistband of her leggings, his hazel eyes a dead ringer for Ethan’s, constantly shifting from green to brown to gold.
“Mommy? You hear me right now?”
It’d be great if her husband was here and not down in Boston, two hundred miles away.