“No! Now, how about you go and book a room for us for the week, and I’ll find some food. We passed a diner a few blocks that way. What do you want?” I pointed in the direction we drove up from.
Brees' face fell in disappointment at my words.
“Rio, I can’t be here for a whole week. It’s not possible!” Bree whined, slapping at her arm again. Another mosquito, I presumed.
“Bree, you knew I was spending time here. It’s where my mother wanted us to visit.”
“Yeah, but like a day or two, not a whole week. Come on, Rio. This place isn’t us.”
I close my eyes and control my emotions.
‘We can’t leave now. This is home.’
Great! Now they’re both whining.
“Bree, you don’t need to stay the week, but I am. Now, book the room, and I’ll go and get some food. Okay?”
“Fine! But I don’t want anything
