« Your grandpa asked me to bring this. »
Her backpack was zipped shut beside her chair.
Kimberly moved so fast her chair scraped backward.
« No. »
She snatched the notebook from my hand and pressed it against her chest.
I stared at her.
The notebook belonged to her and my father, Fabian. He had given it to her when she was six, and neither of them had ever been territorial about it.
She snatched the notebook from my hand.
« Why not? »
« He doesn’t need it, Mom. »