Sandy
The drive over was quiet. Sasha drove. He liked to be in charge of driving. He said he didn’t like his life being in someone else's control if something happened on the road. I got it. I was the same way when it came to traveling. I hated flying, I always needed a distraction so I didn’t freak out.
We arrived at his mother’s house. I went to open my door, and he told me to stay put. I smiled. I still wasn’t used to having my door opened for me. I watched him round the hood of the SUV and laughed when he opened my door with a flourish.
“I love that sound,” he said. I just shook my head. He took my hand as we walked to the door.
“Mama, we’re here!” he shouted as we walked in.
“In the dining area,” we heard her call out.
I smiled as we rounded the corner, and there was my
