I didn’t like it when I made her mad. It made me feel bad. It made my face grow hot. It made my nails get scratchy. “No,” Caoimhe warned, attention moving to my scratchy nails. She stood up from her dressing table and walked over to the bed. “You are not allowed to do that.” Crouching down in front of me, she took my hands in hers and looked in my eyes. “You are not allowed to hurt yourself.”
