“I’m so sorry,” Hannah whispered when Lynn and Alexis rushed into the room. “Annette and I were about to leave and we came to get Morgan. When Annette walked near her she just started screaming.”
Lynn glanced towards the corner where Morgan now huddled, crying as she hugged both knees against her chest. Calista hurried to them, grasping Alexis’s hand with a frown. “Mommy, what’s wrong with Morgan?”
“I don’t know, sweetie.”
Annette stepped in front of Lynn, clearly on the verge of tears or perhaps even a nervous breakdown. “Lynn, I don’t know what to do. I’m too old for this,” she whispered. Over the past year, Annette’s ginger wisps had finally faded away. A silver glow now took their place. The creases in her forehead had deepened, pitting into her flesh like tiny craters. Even the dar
