28 Wanted “Visitors”

“Kids, are you hungry? I can make some lunch.” Sierra announced as she checked the time on the clock. It was almost time for lunch and she decided to stop working and prepared the food for everyone first.

“Can we have grilled cheese?” London asked, eyes lighting up. The boy rarely asked for something, and Sierra was more than happy to give him what he wanted.

“Please?” Paris clasped her hands together, twisting side to side.

“Of course.” Sierra ushered them to the table, retrieving bread and cheese from the fridge. The familiar routine of making their meal steadied her, pushing aside the pressure that her work kept pushing her to the bottom. “I wonder what he wanted for lunch,” she mumbled while thinking of Caleb. After breakfast, Caleb said he needed to go home for a bit and when he said home, he was talking about the mansion where he lived before he moved in next door.

“Uncle Caleb said he’s going to have lunch outside,” Paris informed. “He’s too scared to stay here after what h