teny

the backseat. Gripping the steering wheel in the front,

the dim light hid my red-rimmed eyes. It would be over soon. Once the Zurich fir

tips against the wet windowpane. "That bagel shop

to peer out the glass, his

e they haven't c

t out a wi

h." Turning her head slightly toward the front seat, she

the traffic light

tion cross Kamilah's eyes before she drooped he

eny hate talking

au muttered, his brows pulling together as he glared at the back

member," I

turning her warm, misty gaze back to Beau. "Thank goodness I went to s

ilah was deliberately using the five years of his youth I had never been

the gas pedal and pulled into the unde

ance and pulled a metal shopping cart from the row. Ka

it. I haven't been gr

lready pulled today, I stepp

ne

adling against her chest. Kamilah let out a sharp cr

dling her forearm like priceless por

the concrete garage. "Can't you speak without getting physical? Her c

face pale as paper. "Britteny didn't mean to

s face, I let go of the cart, turned on my heel, and walke

looked over Beau's shoulder and met my eyes, a

straight for the produce aisle alone. I had no idea where the two of th

e seasonal toy display toward the registers, I

ne on a video call with Chloe,

d shook it gently toward the screen, a so

If you want it, Uncle Beau will b

little girl's excited chee