Estrella

Candace jerks in her seat. I look up from where I’m pacing the room to see a grin spread across her face.

“He’s on his way,” she says.

Tess, who long ago finished braiding the princess’s hair, squeezes my hand. I don’t need to ask who’s coming. My heart thuds like a racing horse. Soon, Anwen will be here.

Nessa squeaks softly and draws her knees up to her chest. I still cannot look at her without my stomach threatening to turn inside out, but she is no longer the target of my rage. Most of it, at least. Shuffling her new stories together with her old creates a...