Chapter Forty Two

"Oof." He mutters and his little body falls onto the wooden floor.

"Oh, are you okay? I told you not to run around the house." Norah says, lunging towards the child. I can't see much of him, but I can see that they couldn't possibly be related. But then I remember he could be adopted. I look around to see any family photos, but have no luck.

Then, rush in a bunch of other kids. Not a bunch, four. They're all so different. I was sure they couldn't be related, unless this lady adopted all of them. I mean, this was a huge house. I can't even imagine how many rooms there could be.

One of the boys runs up to the table and picks up the helicopter, eyeing it carefully.

"The wing is broken." He says sadly, placing it on the table again and grabbing the controller from the ground and pushing and pulling on levers. He meets with no luck, as the helicopter barely moves a centimetre off the table, the broken wing withering.