I laughed, even though I was already late and stressed.
“Well, Mr. Bun-Bun can pay the mortgage if he has so many opinions.”
Ava burst into giggles, the kind that made her whole tiny body shake.
That was the last normal sound I ever heard from my daughter.
I was supposed to take her to daycare that morning. I always did. But my office had moved an important meeting earlier, and I was rushing through the kitchen with one shoe on and my laptop bag slipping off my shoulder.
My husband, Mark, grabbed his keys from the counter.