11 Chapter Eleven: Youtube That Shit

Trick

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep the chuckle to myself. Right now, I’m not sure Hadley can handle it, but damn if Riley isn’t a fucking breath of fresh air.

“You are, huh?”

She nods, and it looks like she wants to say more, but she’s holding her tongue. Is she quiet because she’s been taught not to speak her mind, or is she worried about how her mom will react? Both thoughts run parallel in my head, and I eventually tell her what I’m thinking, because no kid should have to censor themselves – at least not in my presence.

“Mom had errands to run, and we ran out of time,” she supplies as I glance back at her.

“Is that right?” I’m holding back another laugh as I take in her mom.