knees.
“Then Emma cried.”
I looked at him.
“She cried?”
“She heard me say no in the parking lot. Rachel didn’t argue. She just said she understood. But Emma started crying in the car.”
“Why?”
Jackson’s voice went thin.
“She said Rachel promised to show her how to make cinnamon pancakes.”
I sat beside him.
He pressed both hands together like he was praying, continue reading …
