Sunlight flashes brightly through the windows of the limo. I keep my gaze on the passing landmarks and road signs, silently noting how much longer it will take to get home. My sweet little Emilia.
SMy sweet little Emilia.Fran called to tell me that the smaller of my twins had fallen and smacked her head on the marble floor in the kitchen. She’d called the pediatrician’s office immediately. Apparently, it’s nothing major. Doesn’t mean I didn’t lose my s**t at the thought of my two-year-old having a head injury.
The sounds of the road and the glare of the sun don’t help this throbbing stress headache in the slightest. I don’t realize that my leg is bouncing incessantly until Presley puts a warm hand on my knee. She’s been sitting right next to me this whole time, quiet and close.
At her t
