Keith’s POV
Keith kept his eyes locked on the plain white wall, praying for silence to fill the room.
He was wrong to think it would last even for a second.
Maya carefully untied the blue string on her paper bag. She reached her small hand inside, moved her little fingers around, and pulled out a single hard yellow candy wrapped in clear plastic.
She slid off the soft leather couch. Her small pink boots made little clicking sounds on the clean floor as she walked right up to Keith.
Keith’s eyes shot down to the floor. He stood stiff like a wooden post, his hands locked tight behind his back.
Maya stopped right in front of his big black boots. She reached her arm up as high as she could, holding the cheap lemon candy up toward his waist.
"Here, Uncle Keith," Maya said with a bright,
