Upstairs, Moly was trying to take her medicine.

The little white pill sat in her palm, and she stared at it for the longest time, refusing to swallow, her eyes wide and pitiful as she looked up at her mom.

Just then, Adrian came up the stairs carrying Genevieve. He took one look at the standoff and set his little sister down. "I'll go get something."

He was back in under a minute, holding a small pack of dried plums. He didn't usually eat them himself, ...