Claire’s POV.

“Mommy!” Isabel’s tiny hand raps over my door, over and over again. What does she want?

“Mommy, Mommy,” Her voice comes again, with a higher pitch, causing my irritation to rise more.

I’ve been angry since this evening and I don’t want that daughter of mine to add to it.

Gosh!

I toss around under my blanket as Isabel’s knock on my door goes off again.

“Dammit!” I curse, propping up from the bed and letting my eyes wander around the dark room to the door. ...