spot Teddy’s white Chrysler Pacifica minivan ahead. Shit, she’d walked all this way to the coffee shop carrying Bea, a diaper bag, and probably corralling Penny, too? No wonder her skin is still sporting those angry red lines in the crook of her elbow. The woman is a goddamn superhero. “Was there not any closer parking?” I ask, nodding toward her vehicle. She shrugs. “No, but it’s okay. I’ve gotten pretty good at all this on my own.”
