[DEVON’s Point of View]
“Devon! 1What did you do?!”
“What? What happened?”
Diana approached me with panic as she ran inside the room—blood drained from her face, and fears flashed in her eyes while she clutched her little wolf doll against her chest.
“What happened?” I asked again, now feeling alarmed at that fear in her eyes. “Did something happen to Dad and Mom? Where is Purple?”
“No! But they are fighting!” she almost cried as she grabbed my hand, wanting to drag me outside the room, but I refused because she wasn’t supposed to go to Mom and Dad’s room at this kind of hour. “Devon! You have to go with me!”
“Why? You know we are supposed to be preparing for bed now, Diana. What if Mom sees us still up at this kind of hour? We promised her no more silly adventures after what happened in the attic, right? We can’t keep Mom worrying for us!”