octors said no concussi

Davis mansion. The ai

, grabbed Ethan's hand, and

ed when Chloe passed, their

y rabbit in her han

her wri

, right?" I said softly. "If

abbit to her chest

e caused trouble, I could be next on the chopping block.

om. Or what used to

ire, this was her punishment. Small.

back in college was a p

placed her rabbit on the narrow bed, ca

acking her sm

, a little shaky. "This is Mo

ve back when she'

esn't h

ike she didn't care, staring at the wall. But

bravado. "Yeah, of course. As

If something happened to you,

r. Just kept sta

old. Chloe coughed a

r cough was worse. H

are yo

ad, burrowing un

mother she needed a be

thing I couldn't quite name. Fear? "Mo

hivering in a damp

r maid in the hallway. "That child is

a child, Maria. And

er own room. What does she e

her, Sarah. Mrs. Davis has rule

but I needed this

ot the angry wails from the hospita

spered, her teeth ch

her bed, pulled the

ceiling," she mumbled, half-

ash of what mi

om, Chloe?" I asked softl

e. "Ethan kept coming in. Taking my things. Momm

stay out. He wo

t so he coul

ce. Desp

d cold. "There are other ways, Ch

. Or maybe she did, b

this little closet a bit warmer. I "borrowed" a thicker blanket from t

s. For a small,