(Sabrina’s POV)
“Announcement? What kind of announcement?"
She shrugs. “Who knows? He wouldn’t tell me. You know how he is about his art stuff. He probably wants to show off a new painting.”
“Probably," I echo, though I doubt it.
If Jake just wants to show off a new painting, why would he say he has a special announcement to make? It doesn’t make sense.
After Sophia leaves, I try to work on my portfolio. But I can't focus, recalling how quiet Jake's been these days, spending hours in the playroom with his tablet. I assumed he was drawing or watching videos, but what if something’s wrong?
The question haunts me all morning, through lunch, through the drive to pick him up from school. Jake bounces out to the car, his backpack bouncing with him, chattering about his day. Nothing seems a
