Hailey

The kitchen was too quiet when Evans walked back in with Nancy. He was supporting her weight, his arm wrapped firmly around her thin waist, while her bare, dirty feet dragged slightly on the polished floor. Mabel stood up immediately, grabbing a warm blanket from the sofa and wrapping it around my sister’s shoulders. We didn't speak for a long time. We just sat there in the harsh light of the kitchen, the steam from a forgotten kettle rising into the air.

"You're sure about this, Nancy?" I asked, my voice cracking. I reached across the table to touch her hand. It was still like ice. "You know where...