Maybe the hunger was starting to get to me, because there was no way both of my sisters were here. I haven't seen them in years, and we barely even spoke. But when I heard Joyce’s voice grow hard and Amalie scolded her, I knew this was real.

“Isabella Carter, if you don't open this door right this instant, we’re going to break it down,” Joyce said.

“Shh,” Amalie hushed her, and I could almost see her smacking her arm. “How can you threaten someone who isn't well?”

I got out of my bed, but as soon as my legs touched the floor, they gave out. I remained on the...