Chapter 62

The final light of day trickled into the room, warming our faces.

I walked across the room, crouched down beside my sister, and grabbed her hand. “We’ll get through this. But you’ve got to be honest with me.”

“About what?”

“You look significantly differentfrom the last time I’ve seen you.”

She let go of my hand and sighed, gasping, a hand flying to her chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Melodramatic.

I closed my eyes, sucked in a breath.

“I’ve been through a lot,” she said, “in case you haven’t noticed.”

I nodded. “We all have.”

Closing my eyes, I listened to my sister clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

That went on for another minute. Then I asked, raising my head, opening my eyes, staring at her, my voice calm but candid. “Are you ill?”

Her eyes got wide, her mouth agape, shocked. “What? No. Why?” She stood and hovered over me, arms crossed, defiant, scowling like a petulant adolescent.