Kendall

A week later, I open my door for John. “Who’s this?” I ask, motioning for him to enter with the little girl on his shoulder.

“Kendall, meet Riley, my cousin. She’s the niece I mentioned Mom is raising after her sister passed. Mom’s at a function tonight, so I’m babysitting.” He places Riley on the floor, unloading a toy from his backpack. “I thought I’d bring her by to meet you,” he explains.

Does he plan on me babysitting for him? My head ...