Chapter 5

In the doorway, her face crumples. “My lunch!”

I hold up her lunchbox. “Got it. Your school bag, too. And a brush, so let’s go. Hup hup.”

Sometimes that gets her going, sometimes not. Fortunately for me, today it works like a charm, because she skips out onto the porch and launches herself off the top step to the sidewalk below. She doesn’t quite make it, landing on the third step down, but she coils up and tries again. Anything to draw this out.

I lock the door and hurry down the steps, passing her before she can jump a third time. In a stern voice, I tell her, “I’m going to leave you here all by yourself if you’re not at the car by the time I get there.”

“Race you!” Abandoning one game for another, Riley sprints past me and disappears into the open garage. I hear her run into the side of the car with a hollow thud, then she calls out, “I win! I win!”