My brother stretched a thick industrial rubber band and snapped-felicia

Diane sighed impatiently.

“Rachel, don’t interfere. Ethan lost an expensive school bag, and Marcus is trying to correct his behavior.”

I looked at the paper in her hand.

There were numbered boxes.

Several had already been marked.

My stomach turned.

“You’re counting?”

Marcus shrugged.

“Children need consequences.”

I stepped between him and Ethan.