Rosey, on a day off of work, was just inside the front door when Jade let Akira inside. The look on Rosey’s face melted Akira, and she flung herself into Rosey’s open arms. Rosey led the crying Akira to the kitchen and told Jade to pour. Steaming hot cocoa filled three cups. Akira sipped between gasps and tears.
“Wow, this is good chocolate.”
Rosey bragged. “Not just chocolate, semi-sweet, dark chocolate, something we both love, huh?”
Akira gripped her cup and nodded. Rosey’s arm around her shoulder made her feel safe. Jade held Akira’s free hand. “Guys, I can’t take it anymore. I feel like my brain is going to explode and my guts melt. A ping-pong ball, that’s what I feel like back and forth, good event, bad event, good, bad, good, bad.” She brought up her mom’s text and showed it to R
