(CORRINE)
Eight years later...
"Finn! Finn Hale, you put down that box right now!"
My seven-year-old flinches before looking over his shoulder at me sheepishly. "Mom. You're awake."
I flick on the lights of the kitchen to see my son standing on a stool, the snacks cupboard open and a box of wafers in his hands. "Of course I'm awake. You knocked over two lamps on your way to the kitchen. You make so much noise."
"I was hungry."
"Oh, you were, weren't you?" I narrow my eyes at him. "Would this have anything to do with the fact that you shifted while I was out tonight and wreaked havoc in the house? Nice job trying to tape up the painting you ripped."
His mouth moves like a fish's before he finally mutters, "Saw that, did you?"
"Yes, I did. How many times do I have to tell you not to shift when I'm not home?"
