roast beef, potatoes, and glazed carrots.
Emily was given a bowl of watery oatmeal.
I stared at it.
Daniel leaned closer to me. “She has digestive problems.”
Emily kept her eyes lowered.
“Is that why she’s bruised?” I asked.
The table went silent.
Richard put down his fork.
Under the table, Daniel squeezed my knee hard enough to hurt.
“My sister is clumsy,” he said.
Victoria’s smile returned. “Emily has always been dramatic.”
Later, I found Emily by herself near the laundry room.
“Do you need help?” I whispered.
Her
