WILLA’S POV
Both William and I hastily stood up from our seats, briefly sharing a glance.
Calisto and Gillian stood by the arched entryway of the kitchen, holding hands. They were so sweaty and a little grimy from playing outside all afternoon.
There was a scrape on Calisto's knee, and his eyes were glistening with tears, which he valiantly tried to hold back.
At the sight of him being hurt, I was immediately in front of him, kneeling down to check him and his little wound.
“Are you okay? What happened?” I asked worriedly, cupping Calisto’s soft and plump cheeks in my hands, uncaring of how wet they were with sweat and tears.
“He stumbled,” Gillian explained helpfully as Calisto mumbled, “I’m fine.”
“Yes, he did fall down,” Grandpa’s gruffed voice resounded from the front door. “Do
