“Mom, we’re going to be late.” Heather stood at the front door, wearing her bright blue dress, her hair all plaited and ready to go.
“I know.” Katie looked at her phone. She’d sent half a dozen messages to Theo, and he hadn’t responded once.
“Is he coming?” Heather asked.
Katie couldn’t stand to see her daughter disappointed. She’d worked so hard for this night, spending every day after school with Tina as she finished her painting. She’d delivered it on Monday, according to the schedule, and she was practically bursting to find out if she’d earned a ribbon or not.
“Remember that you did your best,” Katie said, collecting her keys and purse and starting for the front door too. “You can’t control anything other than that.”
“I know, Mom.” Heather smiled up at her. “Is Theo coming?” So m
