Breeze was a ridiculous name Bill had come up with when she was pregnant. He had insisted and bickered until she finally conceded. "Breeze darling, mommy's home." She called out as she walked towards her daughter's room. That was strange. Breeze always came running to hug her as soon as she got home. Unless of course she felt sick. Tracy hoped that wasn't the case. "Breeze? Darling?" The room was empty. "Jack! Your sister's not here. I hope she's not in my room playing with my make up. Why don't you check the kitchen, she might be up to some mischief there." She called out. She was just turning to leave the room when she saw it. The window was broken. Tracy panicked.
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