CHAPTER 51 What's wrong with this man?

  Genevieve's POV

  "Why don't you and mommy let me bathe myself sometimes Genevieve?" Noah asked curiously, playing with the bubbles and floating yellow ducks in his bath water.

  "No, you're still too little Noah, you might slip and hurt yourself badly or you might not even bathe yourself properly." I replied, scrubbing his body with the washcloth in my hands.

  "Really?" He looks up at me.

  "Yes...just wait until you're eight years old okay?" I assured him with a smile on my face.

  "Okay," he nodded as I washed his hair.

  Mom had to step out for a while, since I was still at home doing nothing I decided to give Noah a bath and get him ready for school today.

  My mind drifted to last night.

  I had the weirdest feeling last night while I was sleeping. It felt like there was someone standing in my room watching me as I slept.

  I don't think it was Cole or my hallucinations or anything of the sort.