Fear of loosing their freedom

“I am.” We made our way in the house and kicked off our shoes in the mud room.

“I’m not tired,” Chloe whined, even as she made her way to her bedroom. “But I am soooooo tired.” I yawned with such exaggeration I feared I went too far. “I can barely stay awake. Can you pretend to take a nap so I

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