Chapter Sixty-Nine
Michaela
Saturday
I arrived at the Acero’s to pick Matthew up at noon. Victor answered the door.
“He’s almost ready, mija. We’ve been packing his backpack.”
mijaI stepped inside. “That’s fine. We’re getting lunch before a movie, so there’s time.”
He led me across the house to Matty’s room. “Michaela’s here.”
“Hope you’re hungry, kiddo.”
Matthew put his arms through his backpack straps. “Can I bring my pillow?”
“May I,” Victor corrected.
“May I bring it?”
May I“Of course. I want you to be comfortable tonight.”
He snagged it off his bed and hurried out of the private side of the house.
“He’s better than Thursday,” Victor murmured. “I think you’ll have fun.”
“Thanks. I’ll drop him at church tomorrow.”
We returned to the front door, my son standing there impat
