A bad feeling swept over Eric, prompting him to head straight into the bathroom. He reached for Ella's toothbrush and touched it—completely dry.
Ella hadn't brushed her teeth!
Eric's face darkened instantly. Barefoot, he sprinted out of the room and burst into Dorian's bedroom. Mrs. Harris was helping Dorian get dressed. Seeing Eric's panicked expression, she didn't have time to ask before he rushed off again.
"Why is Daddy running so fast? He didn't even say hi to me!" Dorian pouted, clearly displeased.
Mrs. Harris chuckled. "Your daddy might have something urgent to take care of, so he couldn't stop to talk."
Dorian frowned. "Daddy's been so busy lately, and Mommy doesn't talk much anymore. My brother isn't here either—it's so boring!"