TWELVE
Adam awoke to the sound of Isabella’s voice talking in the night. He walked into his sister’s room and stopped short as Isabella continued to stare and talk to the wall. He watched her animated gestures and chose to remain quiet until he felt it was safe to approach her. He knew she was talking to headless Henry.
He saw Isabella slump down onto her bed and immediately walked over and sat down next to her. “Are you okay?”
Isabella slowly looked at Adam as a tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m okay.”
“Then why are you crying? Were you talking to headless Henry?”
“His name is James Lawson, and yes I was, and I don’t know why I’m crying.”
Adam pulled Isabella toward him and carefully stroked her back. “Isabella, I don’t like when this happens to you. It scares me. I’m supposed to be
