CAROLINE MORALES
“Are we waiting for someone?” Caroline asked as we all settled into our seats at the dining table.
Everyone was here except my daughter, Sabrina, and I didn’t want to start the meal without her presence.
“My daughter,” I replied to Caroline, my voice tight with frustration from having her in my home.
I was still fuming because I didn’t think I should have been the one to answer Leticia’s question. Jo was sitting right next to me, so why couldn’t he have spoken up for me instead?
“Oh,” Leticia said softly, her hands dropping to her lap beneath the table.
“Have you tried calling her?” Blaze asked, reaching for his phone on the table.
I stood abruptly, tossing my napkin onto the table with a sharp motion.
“Excuse me,” I muttered before leaving the dining room.
I didn
