MIA POV:
Sitting on the back of the sofa I rest my cheeks in my hands as I wait for Daddy to come home. I sigh for the zillionth time, sad he isn’t back yet.
“Ms. Mia, you need to eat something.” Ms. Rita tries to hand me a snack. I already refused to eat dinner and I still don’t feel like eating now.
“I’m not hungry,” I pout, shaking my head no.
“Ms. Mia, Mr. Greenwood will come back soon. He isn’t going to abandon you so don’t worry. Come, have some apple juice and cookies.” But not even the thought of cookies makes my tummy feel better.
“Does Daddy always leave and not come till late?” I ask, finally looking at her.
“Well…” she starts to say when we both hear the door click open and footsteps on the wood floor.
Daddy enters the living room holding Mommy like a princess and s
