Chapter 27. Farah's Move

SASHA’S POV

Fear clawed at my chest. What if Uncle Vincent was secretly meeting Noah behind my back? How could the preschool let a stranger do that? Or… was I just overthinking?

“Poor and stuck-up!” Rachel’s shout snapped me back to reality. I had a more urgent problem to deal with—taming the blonde little spitfire in front of me. I marched toward the two little kids acting tough.

“Rachel, Noah, it’s dinnertime!” I said, cutting off their spat and swallowing my irritation. Part of me wanted to yank Rachel’s hair and give her a good kick, but I knew that wasn’t how to handle kids. They need a good example—they copy the people around them. “Come on, enough arguing!”

“Mom?” Noah blinked.

“Sasha?” Rachel huffed.

The two little terrors jumped, startled. They should’ve been relieved someone had broken up their fight, but their faces screamed annoyance—like I’d ruined their fun.

“Let’s go! Everyone to the dining room! Your dad’s waiting, Rac