I nod and hold out my hand for her to give me her handbag, but she looks from me to my hand like she can’t quite work out what I’m asking for. “The bag, sweet girl.” “I can carry it.” Emerson lifts the bag higher on her shoulder, trying to prove a point. “I know you can, but when you’re with me, you don’t have to.”
My. Heart. 😩.
