Lia

I groaned, throwing my head back against the couch. "I swear, if one more of them tries to fluff my pillows or bring me soup, I’m going to scream."

Simone snorted. "Oh no. Not soup. The horror."

"I’m serious. They’re driving me nuts. I love them, but they’ve cranked the overprotectiveness to suffocating levels. I can’t even go to the bathroom without one of them hovering outside like I’m going to keel over mid-walk."

"To be fair, you did almost die."

"Details." I waved a ...