Amy burst onto the corridor, her hair flying wild, but she stopped in her tracks, as she saw Luther coming with Sammy. The relief Amy felt was so great that her knees went weak. She fell, and Sammy rushed to her.
“Mommy!”
Then she noticed his hand, which was bandaged.
“Where did you go to? What happened to you?” Amy asked, and Sammy stepped back startled. Amy hadn't meant for her voice to be that harsh, but she was just so worried.
She pulled him to her, and hugged him, breathing in his soft, creamy scent.
“You gave me an unpeeled orange.” He said, with a pout. “So I thought I could peel it myself.”
Amy closed her eyes sighing. In her rush of anger, she'd stupidly packed an unpeeled orange among the fruit, food and snacks she'd gotten to keep him occupied.
“Didn't they tell you
