—Alec—
My fist curled tight on my thigh as my convoy tore through DC streets. The thought of losing Mama Emelda left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I kept checking the time again and again, as if staring at it could somehow hold the world still until I reached her.
Sweat pricked the back of my neck despite the car AC blasting through the vents—anxiety had its own thermostat.
“Faster!” I barked at the driver.
The car sped forward, but to me, it crawled like molasses. In my helplessness, I searched for something to anchor me through the storm.
My thoughts shifted to Mabel and for a moment, relief washed through me.
Memories of last night replayed in my mind.
Her little stubbornness when I asked her to sit on my lap. The emotion in her eyes as I draped the necklace around her neck.
Abov
