Little by Little
Ryan
Blake arrived in her car and followed us home while Candace and I went in mine. I'm a little surprised by her seriousness and the fact that she doesn't make any comments. It seems that seeing that girl bothers her a lot, and I think I understand her because I feel the same way about her father.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" I ask her.
She turns to look at me, forcing a cheerful smile.
"Yes, I'm fine."
However, she doesn't say anything else, so I'm the one who forces the conversation.
"Honey, did your mom mention where she was headed this week?"
She pauses to think for a moment.
"She said she was going to Canada, to Toronto, for a work matter, but she didn't explain further, and I didn't ask."
A fire ignites within me. It's not possible. The damn convention
