Maria's Point of View
Mrs. Thompson made me want to run on adrenaline. There was no way to relax and let the day end peacefully. Every time I closed my eyes, that self-satisfied smirk was etched in her face, saying she would tear my family to pieces, take Floyd away, and make Kairo conform to her idea of the future.
I knew that she had her claws on Kairo for years, but this-this was a new low.
It wasn't about me anymore. It was about the twins.
Next morning, gruff and determined, I woke up. I had spent most of the night throwing and turning over every word in my confrontation with Mrs. Thompson, thinking what else this woman might have up her sleeve. Today, though, there were other things to be focused on. I had to get Floyd and Hana to daycare, but much more important: I needed to ta
