CELESTINE’s P O V

‘‘Why?’’ Leina questioned as she looked at Arnold, her eyes turning red and trembling as she did so. Her hand was pressed firmly against her chest, and she was taking deep breaths.

‘‘Don't be sad, Leina...’’ Ada said worriedly as she scooted closer to her and gently ran her fingers through her hair. ‘‘The doctor warned that you won't be able to handle any more stress than this...’’

I was met with a glare from Mrs. Maxwell, who had recently emerged from the kitchen. ‘‘You're very proud of what you did, huh?’’

‘‘Mom!’’ Arnold tried to stop his mother, but all she did was roll her...