“WHERE’S YOUR BROTHER?” Crezelda asked Red. Her face showed traces of worry, concerned that Blue had almost discovered the truth about Pinkerlia.
“He’s in the room,” Red replied, glancing at the floor where their bedroom was located.
Crezelda took Red’s hand. “Stand guard outside your door. We’re going to remove everything in that room that’s connected to Pinkerlia.”
“Okay, Mom. But please hurry. You know Blue—he can’t sit still when something’s bothering him,” Red said.
“We will. Just call me immediately if he comes out. Whatever happens, don’t let him go back to the fifth floor.”
“Okay, Mom. I will,” Red answered, then ran to stand guard outside their room. Once there, he quietly stood in place, a nervous energy filling his chest.
Meanwhile, Crezelda and her staff hurriedly cleared
