"Ruby" his voice came as a whisper instead. He was waddling on the floor in a bid to reach her ankles as a support or as a gesture of apology. Whichever it was, I could see it annoyed her.
Unapologetically and without casting him any glance, mom walked out of the room before he could get to her.
I was standing in the corridor to my room, my school bag packed together before me. My room was almost empty, because everything I wasn't going to use was already rolled up into a corner by mom, and what I would need were packed in two big bags.
She made sure I took all of my shoes and dresses because Cameron would dump them anyway.
It was on a Friday evening, and that was about a week after the incident at Nora's parents' anniversary. I didn't know why mom waited till evening before asking us to pack, but I knew it was deliberate.