''Baby, you've been looking forward to your play for ages,'' Kit comforted our sister on Wednesday after she came home from school, and declared she wasn't going anymore.
She'd run into her bedroom and wrapped herself in her blanket and hid under her bed, with us all following her.
''Please come out,'' Danny pleaded as he laid on the ground so he could see her.
''No.''
''Come on,'' I said gently, stepping closer. ''You have to get ready for your performance. Everyone’s counting on you.'' She didn’t respond. Her silence was deafening.
Zan smiled and touched my shoulder, moving me, before she sat down carefully. I didn't like her leaning over like this, she was still healing.
''Mae, I know why you don't want to go to the play,'' She told our sister, obviously reading her mind, ''But y
