Jemima's protruding fangs retracted into her gums, and she broke down, sobbing.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." she said repeatedly.
Chris approached her and knelt down by her side, "It's okay, it's okay. I know what you're going through."
She looked up at him, and he took her hand and squeezed it.
Lilly looked across at December and smiled, but the smile wasn't returned. Instead, a pained look momentarily crossed her eyes. Rushing to her side, she took her hand and pulled her away from the crowded main hall, into the room they used whenever they stayed there.
She pulled her until they were both sitting on the soft old green leather sofa with its fading arms and comfortable cushions.
"Is Dad trying to communicate with you again? Is it a headache? Remember what Millicent said about focus
