I put her for a nap and pull the curtains and close the door. Like every day since the past week, I hear her cry in the baby monitor and I want to kill myself if that would make her feel any better.
Penelope and Jared are upset too but pretty much like me, they don't know what to do. Sansa is radiating thermo nuclear hostility towards Penelope. She says she understands but I am sure it hurts her so much nonetheless.
The house is dead. No one talks to each other anymore. Sansa hasn't spoken a word since that day.
We deliberate and wonder what to do each time we are alone, without Sansa, but no one can come up with anything.
"Carlos?"
I look towards her.
We are sitting at the dining table gulping down our food.
"I want to talk to Sansa once. Alone."
"No, you know she won't like that
