Repack | Naughty Alysha

"Did you just—" Kevin started.

Naughty Alysha knew the exact weight of a cookie on her palm. She knew the precise decibel of a floorboard’s groan. And she knew, with the cold certainty of a seven-year-old mastermind, that the “emergency only” chocolate stash in Mom’s top drawer was not, in fact, for emergencies. naughty alysha

Naughty Alysha didn't break rules. She proved they were just suggestions for lesser criminals. "Did you just—" Kevin started

Her emergency was now. The babysitter, Kevin, was face-down in his phone, earbuds in, oblivious to the quiet apocalypse unfolding in the kitchen. was face-down in his phone