POV LORENZO
Mom is sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at her phone with that face she makes when she’s worried. Leo and Loretta are on the floor with me, building a tower with the blocks the hotel gave us, but I’m more interested in Mom. Something important is happening. I know because she has that wrinkle between her eyebrows that only appears when she’s thinking really hard.
“Mommy,” I say, dropping the blocks. “Are you sad?”
She looks up, trying to smile, but it’s not her real smile. It’s the one she uses when she wants us to think everything is fine even when it isn’t.
“I’m not sad, sweetheart. I’m just thinking.”
“About what?”
She sighs and puts her phone aside. She gestures for us to come closer. All three of us climb onto the bed with her, like we do at home when
