Margot, my baby, had done that whenever she was nervous.
At four, she’d started hiding her hands behind her back because I kept telling her she’d rub a hole through her finger.
Now this girl was doing it ten feet away.
« Margot? » I whispered again.
Mia backed up.
Now this girl was doing it ten feet away.
Thomas immediately stepped between us.
« What’s going on? »
Greg caught my arm.
« Nicole, look at me. »