Cannon Fodder No More: A Baby's Plan

y begins in a dirty alley behin

e else's tragedy. My new siblings, Ethan and Nicole Clark, were the main event, two s

had

d man, his face a mixture of shock and pity as he wrapped me in his expensive suit jacket. He didn't call t

er of the Clark mansion and presented me

cynicism only a rich, neglected seventeen-year-old could master. He was al

ted nose. She was the queen bee of her private school, a

een them. I knew the script. They were supposed to be disg

tarted

choed off the high ceilings. I made sure my face turned red, my

Nicole hissed, c

d, reluctantly reache

ened my eyes, looked right at him, and then I let out a

e was supposed to be a jaded cynic, but he was ju

ut me back do

ted again, even

!" he snapped, sc

n, another h

ange, her arms crossed.

me he was completely bewildered. He awkwardly shi

couple whose marriage was more of a corporate merger. Their parents were emotionally absent, providing endless mo

lonely. So

d Andrew Morris. Ethan would fall for Jennifer's sweet-girl act, and Nicole would be ensnared by Andrew's savior complex. Th

n my

nd gripping his black t-shirt. He smelled

oice lacked conviction. She was inching cl

but he made no move to ha

her my best, most charming laugh. It was a pur

a second. A flicker of something soft,

in the morning," Ethan dec

ouldn't. He was

nodded. "Of course, Master Ethan. Sh

time they had looked at each other all day without h

tonight,"

lly Madisyn Clark, and my mission to der