“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sarah asked quietly, gazing back at her son in the rear view mirror. “We can always wait a few more days, you know.”
Before she’d even finished talking, the boy was shaking his head, arms folding defensively.
“Yeah, I know, mom,” James replied. “But I really wanna get back there. I’m sick and tired of just staying at home all day. I wanna see my friends. Please? You said I could.”
From his spot in the side seat, Peter raised a placating hand.