*Isabella*
Broad strokes of soft orange light brush along the horizon, filtering through the trees and illuminating the world in a golden haze. I blink a few times, stretch, and then remember what today is. Arching my back, I bump my sister, who moans in protest.
“Sorry, Alice,” I tell her, not even tryin’ to whisper. “It’s mornin’.”
She reaches up to scratch her nose without even openin’ her eyes. “Let me be.”
“Let you be?” I chuckle, climbin’ over her to get my day started. “Don’t you know what today is?”
Robert’s voice is chipper as he announces he’s awake. “We’re leavin’ today, Alice. Gotta get up and get a move on.”
With that, Alice comes around, sittin’ up in bed with her hair all tangled, her doll clutched to her chest. “We’re leavin’ today!” It’s not a question. With a grin,
