Diana sat on the living room couch next to her Aunt, holding her firmly in her arms, as she rubbed the side of Emily’s arm smoothly, trying her very best to calm her Aunt’s nerves.
Lights of red and blue swung and shifted in shadows, casted over Emily and Diana through the windows of the living room where blinders were drawn off and only the net curtains were thrown down the large window that were thin enough to allow the lights from the cherry on top of the police’s car that had come down from investigation at the house.
“It’s fine! Polly will be fine.”
She whispered softly in to her Aunt’s ear but she knew that no matter what she said the frantically sullen woman, who was in a state of complete shock and disassociated entirely from reality, would pay no heave to her words and Diana’s
