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ISABELLA

"Bella, will you come to my school play?"

I glanced down to find Rory holding up a bunch of tickets. I took one. "Of course, sweety. When is it?"

She bounced on her heel, her excitement contagious. "Friday afternoon."

"I'll be there." I bent down and kissed her cheek. I didn't have much to do if she was out of the house anyway, being her sitter and all. But I knew deep down that even if I had to be in the North Pole on Friday morning, I'd find a way to make it back in time for the play. She was happier now than she was when I picked her up a while ago, when she'd been sad. I had chalked it up to her being hungry and she indeed looked happier after eating the snacks I'd bought on my way. But I had to make sure.

Now that I thought about it, I asked, "How was school today?"

Her eyes drooped. "No one wants to play with me."