“He has no other motive than to help you,” Amaya said firmly. “And even if he does, I have a smart sister. Who’ll figure it out in no time.”
I bit my lower lip, doubt still lingering in my eyes. Amaya continued, her tone soft and persuasive.
“He has probably told his daughter about you by now ‘her new mom.’ And I know you dislike to make little kids get hurt especially if you are the reason for their disappointment.”
That struck a nerve. I stared into the distance, my silence stretching as I wrestled with her thoughts. I did hate disappointing little kids. That soft innocence I could never bear to see them shattered.
“Okay fine,” I said at last.
“Okay, what?” Amaya asked, her stomach doing a little flip of excitement.
“I’ll go... and speak to him,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Oh my Go
