I can help!” Noelle repeated, following behind her adoptive father. Kyle ignored her again, going over his checklist in his head once again. He just wanted this night to be over.
“Dad!” Noelle yelled, hands on her narrow hips. The moniker still caught him off guard; never did he expect to become a father in such a short amount of time.
“El, you are helping me. Your job may be the most critical of all.”
“Packing bags? That’s kid shit!”
“Yes, well, with the way you’re acting, I’d say you were very much qualified.”
“What if you need me to squeeze into a ventilation system or sweet talk a guard? I’m useful!”
“You don’t need to prove yourself to me, El,” Kyle said, sighing.
“Then what is it?” A knock on the door interrupted them.
“It’s time to go.”