Camila’s POV
The morning air was crisp, as the sun had barely peeked over the horizon, when I strapped Dylan into the backseat of the car, his small frame sitting there looking up at me.
He had been in high spirits since we woke up this morning, chattering non-stop about the games he would play with his friends at recess.
"Mom! Can I sit in the front today, please?" he had begged with those wide, pleading eyes that I found so hard to resist. I looked down at him, giving him a look, and after a moment of contemplation, I relented, and his gleeful cheer filled the car.
I removed the strap of the seat belt and then I took him to the front seat where he climbed into the front seat like, with him grinning from ear to ear.
All through the drive to school, he engaged me with stories abou
