"At least get one of the drivers to pick us up. You're not seriously going to leave us out in the street right?"
I was wrong about my husband.
He left us on the side of the road and we had to trek towards the school. I could already see my fragile baby slipping. I caught him and placed his hand around my shoulder. Jordan shouldn't be walking this much.
"Honey, let's go home. You can take the exam next year." I told him.
"No. I'm a Valente. A Valente never fails. I have to." There were tears in his eyes.
If there was one thing I could not stand, it was the tears in Daniel's eyes. He tried hard not to cry, but when he did, it was often for a serious reason.
"Please, Jordan. I will speak to your father."
"I will not forgive myself if I don't do this." He stared at his wristwatch. "How far away are we?"
If Daniel were driving us, we would still be about twenty minutes away from the school, but since we were walking, we were two hours away.
Jordan's exams were to start in an hour but I didn't want to tell him how far from the school we were. One of the doctor's directives was that we should always try to keep Jordan emotionally regulated. Never too happy. Never too sad.