“Come on, Mama,” West prodded her leg as Justine fiddled with the strap on her boots. Why had she decided to wear her heels on a day like this? It wasn’t as if she were trying to impress anybody back in Detroit.
Justine smiled apologetically at the elderly couple waiting to go through security behind her. She and West were holding up the line.
“Come on, Mama,” West repeated impatiently.
When Justine’s husband booked tickets for their flight, she’d been adamant she wanted to travel during the day. No red-eyes for her, thank you very much. Now, she wondered if she’d made the wrong call. Maybe if West was dead tired, he wouldn’t act up so much.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she finally managed to wedge her foot out of her tight shoe. Steve was supposed to be here with her. She needed his
