“Just a second,” I said and dug it from my purse before checking the text that had just come in. Then I frowned. “Huh. That’s strange.”
Hayden zipped his attention to me. “What?” he asked with a certain amount of dread in his voice.
“Oh, it’s nothing.” I shook my hand to calm him down. “It’s just weird. Papá texted, asking if I could pick Miguel up from school today.”
Head tipping to the side in confusion, Hayden answered, “I thought you picked Miguel up from school every day?”
“Exactly,” I agreed. “I do. That’s why his message is so—oh! He’s writing some more.” A second later, another text came through. “Holy s**t,” I cried, reaching out to jostle Hayden’s arm as I explained. “He said he’d been planning to pick Miguel up today but it turned out he has an interview instead. Oh my God,
