I moved through the morning routine in autopilot. Sara's uniform needed straightening, the collar kept folding wrong. Micheal sat on a chair by the door, carefully lacing his shoes with focus.Alba bustled around the kitchen, packing lunches into colorful boxes. She'd prepared sandwiches cut into triangles, apple slices and juice boxes. "Sara, stand till," I said, adjusting her collar for the third time"Okay." Sara muttered. I paused. That was the fourth one word answer this morning. It was strange for Sara who always had something to say, this morning she was too quiet. "What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked, searching her eyes. Sara shrugged. "Nothing.""Sara."The six-year-old crossed her arms. "Why did we have to leave last night?"My hands froze on her collar. "What do you mean?"I already knew what she meant but a part of me hoped I was wrong. "At dinner," Sara muttered, shattering my hope. "Why did we leave so fast? I wanted to keep talking to Aunt Laura, she was telling me ab
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