The sun was bright and warm as Jamal's car rolled down the open road. It should have been a peaceful Sunday afternoon, but it didn't feel that way to Jamal. Not when Abigail was feeling so down.
He glanced at her. She was just staring out the window, her thoughts miles away.
"You okay?" Jamal asked gently.
Abigail blinked and turned to him. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said quickly, forcing a small smile.
"You sure? We can skip this barbecue if you're not up to it," he said. "My grandfather won't mind. We can always go next weekend. I'm sure they will all understand."
Abigail shook her head with a sigh. "You've been saying that all day. I'm fine, really. I want to go. I'll be alright."
From the back seat, Josh leaned forward, his brows pinched with worry. "Are you sick, Mommy?"
She turned to him and smiled, her expression softening. "No, sweetheart. I'm not sick. Just a little tired, that's all."
Josh nodded, satisfied. "Okay," he said, leaning back in his seat.
