f**k.
Fuck.I pulled Ana’s blankets off her small body and gathered her in my arms, holding her close to my chest.
She rested her head against my shoulder and whined softly, rubbing her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“We’re going for a ride.”
“But, João!” Ana whined, drool rolling down her lips and onto my shoulder. She clung on to me, her fingers digging into my chest and back and her breath unsteady in my ear. “I want to sleep in my bed. Mommy is here.”
“You can sleep at Landon’s house,” I said, grabbing a bag and stuffing her clothes and some toys into it.
She shifted on my hip and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, whining into my ear about Mom.
But I refused to leave her here for another moment.
Mom had f*****g brought her to buy drugs. Mom had f*****g put her own daughter in d
