Annabelle hadn’t slept all night.

She had spent hours lying in bed, staring at the ceiling as her thoughts churned like a stormy sea.

By the time the faint light of dawn crept through the curtains, she was on her feet, and her plan firmed in her mind.

She glanced at Cathy, still curled under the covers, her face finally free of the tension that had haunted her even in sleep.

The faint pink of the rising sun filtered through the window, casting her sister in soft hues.

Annabelle whispered to herself, a quiet vow: “I’ll give you your liveliness back, Cathy. Whatever it takes.”

Even if that included facing...