Imani and Kai were downstairs, entertaining those assholes from Redwood—or maybe they had left already. I didn’t know. I just wanted them out of here. I hated doing any sort of business around Ana, especially after what happened to Mom.
I sat on the couch with Ana curled up into the crook of my arm. She shifted in my arms for the fifteenth time in the past twenty minutes and didn’t giggle at the cartoons like she usually did. She didn’t even want to watch any Disney princess movies tonight.
After she moved, I readjusted Mom’s suicide note in my pocket. I hadn’t opened it yet. Didn’t know if I would anytime soon, but I knew that I had to tell Ana sooner rather than later about Mom. If I kept it from her for much longer, she might think that I’d hidden other things from her too.
Ana crawl
