“I thought we had another can,” Maria added quickly, her voice faltering. “But I checked everywhere. There isn’t anything left,” she looked at him, upset. “I’ll do something about it,” Jacob said finally, his voice low and strained. He lifted his head to meet her eyes, his expression taut. “I’ll take care of it.”
Maria’s gaze didn’t waver. She shifted Leo in her arms, his soft cries tugging at her already frayed nerves. “Jacob, he’s hungry. We can’t wait any longer. And we’re down to two diapers—maybe less if he has a bad day.”