52 — Meet my son.

SELENA

"What did she say?" I asked, as I approached Christopher, who was holding his phone between his shoulder and his ear. He gave me a quick glance and a tight-lipped smile and then turned his attention back to the phone call.

I could tell that he was trying to focus on the conversation, but I was curious to know what was going on. I tried to be patient and wait for him to finish the call, but my curiosity got the better of me.

As I started to turn away from him, he shook his head and grabbed my hand. I stopped in my tracks, unsure of what to do. He continued talking on the phone, motioning for me to wait. I stood still, trying not to fidget or move around too much. It was clear that he wanted me to stay put until he was done with the call.

I could feel my heart beating faster, my mind racing with questions about what was happening with the babysitter. I tried to remain calm, but I was starting to feel anxious about the situation.

Christopher gave me a sheepish smile as he put his