(Blake's POV)
“Blake, are you listening?” Samantha called my attention as she stopped the car.
“Huh?” I blinked at her, knitted my eyebrows trying to figure out what it was, and glanced at her, not realizing she was saying something. She grinned at me, but I could see the worry behind the smile on her lips.
“You’re not listening, then,” She nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt and looking back at our passenger, who was busy playing an online role-playing game. I shook my head, smiling as I remembered we used to hear nursery rhymes, but now it was normally quiet as Sean would use earphones, and we would just hear him utter words reacting to his game. She puckered her eyebrows, extending her hand to him. “Give that to me. Game over, Sean!”
“Mom!” He pouted, complaining and not looking at his mother. He continued to play, ignoring his mother’
