Willow was breathing heavily, eyes darting around, looking at the peach walls remembering and telling herself that it was safe there was no need to hurt anyone. No one was going to hurt her brothers. No one was going to hurt her.
The door had opened. That’s what woke her up. Everett was angry when he got home. He went straight to Flint’s room. She wanted to stay away from the argument that is why she was in her room.
The door had opened. Bradford was home. Bradford was safe. Her brother's arguments made him sad. So, no arguing.
On her tiny feet she glided at a rapid pace down the hall, feet barely touching the floor, into Flint's very messy room.
“Bradford, here. No argue. Makes sad.” Her voice was soft but stearn and she immediately saw the defeat on Everett’s face. He never won these arguments. As he was leaving the room, Bradford walked in with a small smile on his face, the kind that meant nothing good.
“So,” he began, “I might have, maybe, accidentally adopted another child.”