"Why are you putting my train models in boxes?" Marcus asked, his voice rising with anxiety as he watched Sophia carefully wrap his collection in newspaper. "Moving the trains disrupts their display pattern. The 1952 Pennsylvania Railroad engine goes next to the 1947 Santa Fe, not in a dark box."
Sophia's heart clenched as she looked at her brother's distressed face. She'd been dreading this conversation for three days, but there was no avoiding it anymore. The black cars would arrive in two hours to take them to their new life, and Marcus still had no idea what was happening.
"We're going to live somewhere new for a while," she said gently, continuing to pack his precious models. "Somewhere with more space for your collections."
"New where?" Marcus began his familiar rocking motion, a
