HANNAH
The haunted look was gone from Willa's eyes, I was glad to see. During the ride home she didn't speak at all, just grunted answers to questions that were thrown at her.
I really couldn't tell if she was still mad at me for telling her brothers. Though I supposed if she still was, she would get over it soon. My approach had solved the problem after all.
But as she followed me into my room she smiled a little. It was not a full blown Willa smile yet but it was something. Something good.
"I'm relieved," she said plopping down on my bed and setting her bag between her feet.
"And so am I," I said. "I thought you were still mad at me."
Willa frowned. "Mad at you?"
"You weren't talking to me. Or anyone."
Willa gave a shaky little laugh.
"Oh that," she said. "My imagination was all
