“A kid?” Mike, who had taken his seat somewhere at the back asked, as Sammy strolled in.
Sammy walked to Amy, shy, due to all the attention on him.
“Excuse me, please.” Amy said, picking Sammy up in her arms. She would just leave quietly, but no, Lily had to talk.
“You have a kid, Amy? Is he for Mike?” She asked, obviously wanting to bring back the past to everyone's minds.
“He's not, and even if he is, I believe it's none of your business.” Amy replied, scathingly, and went with Sammy out of the room.
“Mommy, I scraped my knee.” Sammy said, pointing to his knee, which bled a little.
“I'm sorry, honey. Let's get you all cleaned up.”
~
Mike drove faster than usual, racing along the highway, with a lot on his mind. He couldn't concentrate on whatever was going to happen at the
