Fight like a mother
Lincoln launched into an explanation of his construction company and the development project he was working on, and Daggy stopped listening because Britty had started to squirm beside her.
She was rubbing at her eyes and making small distressed sounds that meant she was getting uncomfortable or upset about something.
"Mama," Britty whispered, tugging on Daggy's sleeve. "I don't feel good."
Daggy touched her forehead but it felt normal, no fever or sign of illness. "What's wrong, baby?"
"I want to leave." Britty's voice got louder, more insistent. "Please, Mama, I want to go now."
Lincoln paused mid-sentence to look over at them, his expression mildly annoyed. "Britty, we're in the middle of