"Ava, is your sister home yet?" Mrs. Connor asked when Ava fixed her blanket.

Ava turned still. After one breath, she managed a smile. "I think you heard everything, Mom. You must know that we’re fighting again."

"Even so, can't you still pay attention to her? She's your little sister. Ask her whether she's home yet or not."

The curve of Ava's lips felt bitter. "She won't answer my call."

"Then, just send her a message. Tell her that I’m worried about her."

Ava had no other choice. ...