TRAVIS’ P O V
Katrina took the cake from Joe’s hold and set it on the table, next to the flowers I bought for grandma. I narrowed my eyes at Joe who was beaming at his piano teacher, still not noticing my presence. When he finally turned around, he gasped, nearly sucked the air of the room. ‘‘Daddy…?’’
The room fell silent. Katrina and I stared at each other, wondering how to fix the trouble that Joe was about to cause.
‘‘Oh, did your daddy send you here?’’ Katrina quickly came to the rescue, cupping his cheeks with both hands and forcing him to look up at her. ‘‘Please send my gratitude to your father. The cake looks delicious…’’
‘‘But…’’ Joe tilted his head to look at me again, and I glared at him, giving him a signal to shut his mouth, which he did, but glared back at me.