Aislin stayed in bed, pulled the blankets up further, and curled up tighter. She'd only been awake a few minutes but already knew that he was mad. The bangs of kitchen cabinets and sliding chairs came up the stairs. Aislin either needed to confront the problem or face spending the day under his cloud.
Aislin descended the stairs while pulling on a robe. Gideon was eating Cheerios and watching the news with the television blaring. His jaw muscles flexed and twitched with each heaping spoonful.
"You should stop pouting. You broke shit the last time."
"I fixed the door two weeks ago. What's your problem?"
"You were so mad you broke the house. Why don't you just tell me what I did before we have to move?"
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