Sarah POV
It was the night before Zane and I had a parent-teacher conference set up at the girls’ school, so we visited them together to say goodnight and ask if they had any worries.
“What are you going to talk about?” Chloe wanted to know.
“About the two of you, of course,” Zane said. “How you’re doing in school, the friends you’re making, the subjects you’re enjoying.”
“You’ll see my painting, the one that won second place in the contest,” Grace said softly. “They won’t let me bring it home yet, but it’s on display in the first level hall.”
“I can’t wait,” I said enthusiastically. “Will you maybe give us a hint now what it’s about?”
Grace shook her head with a sly little smile.
“No? So it’s not, say, a field of flowers?” I asked.
“No.”
“A spaceship?” Zane asked.
“No, silly.”
