“Why do we have to go back home?” West whined.
Justine had to practically drag her son as they made their way toward the airport escalators. “You don’t need to worry about that,” she answered. “All you need to know is we changed our plans. Sometimes that happens.” She was trying to decide whether to offer him more junk food or a trip to the video game store as a concession. Either one should be enough to settle him down and prevent a tantrum here in the airport.
At least she hoped so.
“I thought we were going to visit Grandma.” West pulled against her grip with all his strength.
“Alice is not your grandma,” Justine snapped, fully aware of the passengers staring at them both. She pulled West toward her and whispered in his ear, “Listen, I’ll explain more in the car, okay? But right now,
