-Laylah-
Andrew clears his throat, trying to lift his head. I don’t let go. I tighten my hold on him, forcing him to keep his head buried in my neck. He’s barely mentioned Grandma Cora’s passing. I think he’s in denial about it. He needed this.
“I’m sorry. I’m fine now,” he says softly, his voice hoarse from crying.
“No, you’re not,” I whisper. “And that’s OK. It’s just us, My Andrew.”
He lifts his head, and this time I let him. His eyes are darker than normal, but he gives me the sweetest smile. “Have you ever heard about My Ada?”
“Your Aunt Ada? You know I’ve met her.”
He shakes his head. “When I was a baby, she’d hold me, and I’d call her My Ada. She called me ‘My Andrew.’ Some not great things happened to her before Uncle Calvin found her, and when they realized I c
