HAILEY
Four days later, my parents are abandoning me.
That is the only logical conclusion.
I stand on the front steps of the castle with my arms folded tightly across my chest while multiple suitcases are loaded into the vehicles waiting outside.
Multiple. Suitcases.
Plural.
For people who claim they'll only be gone for a few weeks, they seem suspiciously prepared to start a new life somewhere else.
Which feels rude. Very rude if you might ask me.
I mean, claiming season doesn't even start for another five days.
Five.
And somehow they are already leaving.
Sly behavior. Extremely suspicious behavior.
Mom is standing near the first car smiling while Aurora clings desperately to her waist like a tiny emotional support koala.
"No."
Aurora tightens her grip.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes.
