Whatever I had done was working a lot better on Abbie than it was on Taylor. I didn't know what to do. Taylor was suspicious, accusatory, but by the same token, she was still sitting there calmly, her most boisterous resistance a slight elevation in volume. But would her passivity last? Maybe I was safe, maybe, but that was an awfully big risk to take.

"Your sister is fine. And so are you. Understand? Nothing bad happened in here today. Say it, Taylor."

After a moment, she shrugged. Fucking hell, that jiggle. "Nothing bad happened in here today. Apparently."

Did that statement mean anything? Her present apathy made it so...