“I want to come with you! Mommy is sleeping,” Ana whined as I dropped off at home.
I stood beside my car with the engine running and the back door wide open. “Ana, please, don’t make me fight with you. It’s serious. Landon is hurt, and we need to make sure that everything is okay at his house.”
Ana stared at Imani, who sat in the front seat, staring with both anger and hurt through the windshield. Rain gently dropped onto the windows, and I impatiently tapped my foot on the ground.
“Ana, now. Don’t make me ask again.”
After grumbling to herself, she unbuckled her seat belt, stood up in the car, and wrapped her arms around Imani from behind. “João will make it okay.” She kissed Imani’s forehead and giggled. “He always does, no matter what.”
Smiling softly for the first time tonight, Im
