CoercedChapter 8
By seven the next morning I was showered, powdered and hair styled, ready for the day. I had my uniform back on, coffee ready and breakfast on the stove when Sheila and Greg came downstairs. Greg quickly ate and hurried out the door. “I’m going to be busy today,” Sheila told me as she watched me kneel on the floor beside Max and eat the leftovers. “I know I promised I’d take you shopping, though, so I’ll meet you at the mall at 12:30. Don’t be late.” “Yes, Mrs. Winters,” I replied. “It’s...