“Thanks, Sienna. And, uh, thanks for watching April. Again. That’s the last time, I promise.” “Don’t sweat it. I don’t mind at all. She’s a good kid.” I grin, turning to look at April. She looks so content sitting there, reading and munching on her cotton candy, completely oblivious to the world around her, her little forehead scrunched in concentration. “Yeah, she is.”
