« I promise. »
***
I’d spent the next two years treating that promise like a job I couldn’t afford to fail: dinner, bills, appointments, school calendars.
Whatever happened, I handled it.
Or I thought I did.
« Keep them together. »
I slid the roasting pan aside.
« Speaking of things I’ve been avoiding, we should finally tackle the attic this weekend. »
Maya’s pencil stopped moving. She slowly closed her notebook.
« I think that’s a bad idea, Dad. »