ALIANA

The news report is playing very lively in the living room as I walk in, Evera is standing with her arms folded. Lily is pacing. Jenna is sitting on the edge of the couch like she might launch the television through the wall.

And Grace—

Grace’s face fills the screen.

I stop walking.

My body goes cold first. Like my brain hasn’t caught up yet.

“…after years of silence,” the reporter says gently, “Grace Williams finally speaks.”

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

Lily turns to me. “Don’t sit. You’ll throw something.”

Grace sniffles.

Perfectly timed. Perfectly broken.

“I never wanted this,” Grace says, voice trembling. “I just wanted to...