Michael was already waiting patiently at the entrance to the mansion when Annabelle's car pulled to a stop by the driveway.
He has an anxious look on his face as he watched his younger sister climb out of the car.
Her shoulders were slumped and her gaze downcast as she hurried towards him, fighting back her tears.
"Sarah..."
Sarah put forth her right hand, cutting her brother off. One look at his face, and she instantly knew he had spoken to Henry.
"Did he call you?" Sarah demanded angrily.
"Let me explain."
"Just answer the damn question, Mikey." Sarah half-yelled, attracting her mother's attention from inside the house. "Did he call you?"
"I put him up to this," Michael confessed, not willing to let Henry suffer for something he didn't do.
"You did what?" Sarah screamed, the tears she was fighting to hold back falling freely down her flushed cheeks.
"Sarah, please calm down." Annabelle hurried over to Sarah's side.
"Stay out of this, Anna."
