“You okay?” I asked. “You’ve been really quiet.”
He didn’t answer.
We were almost at the doors when he stopped so suddenly I had to catch myself.
“Mama.”
Something in his voice made my heart jump.
“What is it?”
He looked up at me, and the fear in his eyes hit me instantly.
“Mama… we can’t go home.”
I knelt in front of him, trying to stay calm. “What do you mean? It’s late—we’re just going home.”
He shook his head, tears already forming. “No. Please. Something bad is going to happen.”
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