While Junie and Ella were getting dressed, April checked on Maileah in her room. “Are you sure you don’t want to join us at the Majestic Hotel?”
Maileah rolled over on the bed, her blonde hair a mass of tangles. “I don’t want to be around people. But could you bring me some food back?”
Before answering, April smoothed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder and thought about her request. Even though April’s first inclination was to rush in to help Maileah, she had to let her daughter reflect on her mistakes and learn to take charge of her life. That started in small ways and would benefit her in the long run. “There’s plenty here for you to eat.”
“I can’t make it to the kitchen.”
April kissed Maileah’s forehead. “Unless your legs are broken, I’m sure you can.”
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