VICTORIA

Aunt Vera stood in the doorway, shaking her head at James.

“Hey, when I don’t want to be found, I can truly disappear,” James smiled while putting on a cloak. “But we do have to go.”

James picked up the bags and headed down the stairs. I followed them down to her car in the garage.

“Why didn’t you let us know, Aunt Vera? We could’ve helped,” I said, stopping by the car while they were getting in.

“James in the back, you know the drill,” Aunt Vera said.

“But it’s cramped back there. No one will even see me if I let the seat down,” James whined.

“James...