“This woman is shameless—throwing herself at my son. Now he doesn’t even talk to me at night, all because she has him wrapped around her finger. The bed is about to collapse from their antics. Disgraceful!”
After posting, I finally slept soundly.
At dawn, I was jolted awake by the sound of Margaret and Chloe Miller fighting. Before I could rub my eyes, Chloe yanked me up roughly.
“Mom, you’ve gone too far! How could you post Daniel and me on Facebook like that? You might not care about your face, but we do. What kind of person does that?”
Margaret was stunned. She opened Facebook, saw the post, and stomped her foot in panic.
“I don’t know! I never posted this! I never got up last night.”
I quickly added fuel to the fire. “I saw Grandma up last night. I called her, but she didn’t answer. I was too sleepy and fell back asleep.”
“That’s impossible! I don’t remember anything. I took my sleeping pills and went straight to bed.”
Daniel Brooks ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
“Mom, it must have been you. Ethan’s just a kid—he wouldn’t lie. If he says he saw you, then maybe your sleepwalking has come back.”