Amy’s POV
I chased after Stacy as she ran. The stairs up to our bedrooms were off the foyer so we couldn’t go that way without being seen, which was something neither of us wanted. Instead, we ran back into the dining room and hid under the table. The tablecloth hung low over the sides so I felt somewhat safe here.
While we hid, I held my hand out for Stacy and she took it.
“I hate that she’s here,” Stacy said. “Why would she come here? She never comes here.”
I understood what she meant. Usually when we had to go see Claire, we went to Claire’s house. For her to be here instead felt like some kind of invasion or something.
This house was supposed to be our safe spot, our castle. Now Daddy just let a monster inside.
No, not just Daddy. Mommy, too. In fact, Mommy had welcomed Claire in
