With love,
Krystal and Kyle
Then they laid down together in Krystal’s bed and waited. Not much later, a familiar figure flew through their window.
“P!” the children cried.
“I told you I’d come,” and then P stopped, and ze looked over the children more carefully. “What has happened? You’re traumatized. Tell me,” ze demanded.
And Krystal and Kyle poured out the whole horrific story—the brutalization of Harry and Jamie, their guilt and shame at not helping, and then, worst of all, the words of their parents. “P, could you help Harry and Jamie too,” they ended.
“We leave here to get Jamie, but Harry isn’t ready to go,” P said gravely.
“Why?” the children asked.
“He loves his parents and sisters, and his parents know and sympathize. They are going to move and try again. Maybe it will wo
