“Caoimhe?” I screamed out her name, but she didn’t answer me. She didn’t open her eyes. “Caoimhe, please—” “She’s fine.” He fastened the seat belt around my sister’s limp body. “She’s just sleeping.” “What’s wrong with her?” I wailed, reaching for my sister. “Why does she look like that?” “Because of him,” he told me, bundling me into the back seat. “He wanted to hurt her. This is his fault, munchkin, and don’t you ever forget it!” “No, no, no,” I croaked out, feeling my eyes roll as the world spun madly around me. “He wouldn’t hurt her. He’s my friend…”
