knelt, hugged him. Ready to go home, buddy? That was the best night ever, Miss Pearson.
I stood, took his hand, started walking toward the exit. Vanessa stepped into my path. Isabelle, please. I need to talk to you. I didn’t stop. Not tonight, Vanessa. She followed, voice breaking. When? You won’t answer calls. You won’t respond to texts. When do I continue reading …
