*Ethan*
“Any word?” Mom looks so panicked as she asks my dads if anyone has found Trisha yet.
I’m so mad at that girl. My sister likes to wander, and there’s nothing wrong with that in my opinion, until she’s not showing up for our birthday party when Mom has worked so hard to make it perfect. Not just that, but since no one knows where she is, Mom is worried, and it’s not cool to make her worry right now, especially in front of all these people who have come to the party. The room is positively packed.
But my dads are on the case, soothing Mom and reassuring her that Trisha is fine.
“She’ll be okay, little flower,” one of my dads, Tristan, Trisha’s biological father, says. Little flower has always been Mom’s pet name with him. I suppose that makes sense since her name is Rose.
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