Cynthia Dion:
I started to panic, scanning the room to find a hiding spot for Atticus. I was worried that if I stashed him in the bathroom and Mr. Holt decided to shower or use it for anything else before taking Maleeka out, I'd be in trouble.
"Just grab the bag from the closet. Your clothes are in there. Why do you have to disturb Cynthia's sleep at this hour?" Luckily, Maleeka proposed this idea to Mr. Holt because she knew her brother was in my room.
"You're pretty demanding when you're pregnant," Mr. Holt sounded tired, but at least he went along with her suggestion.
I paced around the bedroom, feeling anxious about Atticus, who appeared drained from his incessant coughing.
"Just a few more minutes, alright?" I settled beside him on the couch. Suddenly, he slumped down and, befor
