“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.” Riley lifted her small shoulders in a shrug. “Can you come get me a Fruit Roll-Up?” “Yeah, kid,” I said with a nod. “Let me change my clothes, and I’ll meet you back there.”
