“Isla, why aren’t you coming to eat?” Vanessa found it a bit strange; the little one had been unusually quiet today.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Vanessa tentatively touched Isla’s forehead.

Not sick…

Vanessa muttered to herself while saying to Isla, “The dishes are going to get cold. Come and eat; tonight we have your favorite shrimp ceviche.”

Isla glanced at the dining table but then lowered her head, quietly fiddling with her Lego. With a sullen ...