"How do you even know how much strength a toddler has?" Anna countered, shrugging her shoulders to refuse the coat Sullivan was trying to put on her. "I obviously have more." She massaged her wrist feeling the numbness on her palm.
"How did it go?" Angelo questioned the moment his steps synced with theirs, arm going over Anna's shoulders. The lady gave him a thumbs up in response.
"I have been around a toddler and her strength is far better." Sullivan comments, the reminder of the cunning brat surfacing though his memory. Only it was soon replaced by a dull expression as unlikeable memories tainted the loving ones. It takes so little time for a family to shatter.
As they stepped out of the building, the cold air hit Anna in the face and she sneezed, steps wavering. Before Angelo could offer a comforting rub to her arm, Sullivan stepped in, shoving his friend off as he placed the coat around her shoulders.
