“She told me to do it.”
“Don’t care,” Uncle Eric said as he blocked Mikey.
“It’s not happening,” Jonathan said, blindly reaching back and placed his hand on her face and pushed her away.
“This is my chore,” Mikey said, more determined than ever as she moved around the large kitchen island that her father built for her mother and-
“Please don’t make me kill you,” Cole said, sighing heavily as Mikey shifted her glare to Sebastian and-
“We talked about this,” Sebastian said, tossing the miniature peanut butter cup that he just unwrapped into one of the large bowls that she was supposed to be filling before he turned around and-
“Mom told me to do this,” Mikey said firmly as Sebastian picked her up and carried her over to the other side of the kitchen, the fifteen feet which was the minimum distance that the group of traitors had decided that she needed to maintain between her and the task that her mother had specifically asked her to do at all times.