Finnegan
My daughter had my eyes and my mother's eyes. I had spent fourteen years being grateful she hadn't inherited anything else from Mother.
Victoria had always said they were unsettling, how we all had them but they were in different shades.
"...and Mrs Davies said the experiment was too ambitious for the science fair but I already sourced the materials so she can say what she wants,"
"Angel."
The gym was quiet except for the pull of the cable machine and Angel's voice coming through my earpiece, excitedly.
"What? Mrs Davies can say whatever she wants, why can't I?" She scoffed.
"Because she's your teacher, princess,"
"I'm not in the classroom right now, Daddy, I'm in my room. She's not my teacher here. Also Rosie helped me set up the display board which took forever because Rosie kept saying stuff about color coordination and it was so exhausting, God, I wanted to shove the board in her mouth,"
"Angel!"
