The sunlight stretched long when Jazz's car pulled up to Katherine's building. Maya swung her legs as she sat in the booster seat, her tiny shoes kicking against the edge. She had been chattering the entire ride home, telling Jazz about how her teacher had drawn a giant rainbow on the board and how she had shared her crayons with a classmate.
"And then Mrs. Taylor said my 'A' was the best in the whole class," Maya said proudly, her hand clutched tight around Jazz's fingers when they stepped out.
Jazz smiled down at her, adjusting her bag over one shoulder. "Best 'A' in the whole class, huh? I believe it. You've got the smartest handwriting."
Maya giggled at the words, leaning her head against Jazz's arm as they walked toward the familiar door. She always liked Jazz's company; Jazz listened, always listening, as if every word she said mattered.
When the door opened, Maya's steps slowed. Leonard stood there.
