“I’m bored,” she said with a huff. “And I can’t reach the Fruit Roll-Ups in the pantry.” “A tragedy,” I responded. “Where’s your mom?” “She’s asleep in her office.” Riley sighed. My spine straightened. “Is she okay?” Riley nodded. “She was working. I think she got tired.” “You didn’t wake her up?” “She doesn’t wake me up when I’m tired.”
