here.”
“We’re just looking.”
That’s how it always was with them. Deena pushed. Ruthie followed.
They padded barefoot down the hall and opened the bedroom door.
Jolene lay on the bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. She couldn’t turn her head far, but she heard them.
“Hi,” Deena said.
Jolene’s eyes widened. She hadn’t seen children up close in years.
“Come
