Chapter Twenty-Five
Tyrell
The days went by with Ella and I talking every day for hours at a time. She hasn’t told me exactly what she was doing to mature in Dallas, so maybe her sister could clue me in on things?
After Sunday brunch, I followed Darleen as she left the dining room; she was rubbing her stomach and aiming to her quarters, most likely to nap off the meal. “Hey, wait up, Darleen.”
She stopped, then turned to see me coming up to her. “What’s up, Tyrell?”
“I thought we could talk a little bit.”
“About?” She started walking again.
“Ella, and what she’s doing in Dallas.” I talk to her every day, and she’s never at the daycare. “She’s not helping her cousin—not at the daycare anyway.”
She stopped again to look me in the eyes. “You’ve been talking to her?”
“We talk every da
