“A MOMENT, ATHENA.”
Lupe’s voice caught me as I stepped back out into the darkness after tucking Harper in. Well, not literally tucking her in. After all, my sister was sixteen. Way too old for that.
But she’d let me straighten her comforter. Had smiled when I told her I had a sewing kit and would show her how to mend the tear in one side of her pillow tomorrow. She’d almost looked like a normal kid when she asked whether she and her friends could take the canoe out onto the lake the next afternoon.
I’d said yes. I always said yes if Harper’s request wasn’t a safety risk. Whether I had to mortgage more of my soul to gain access to the canoe would be a problem to be dealt with at a later date.
Not tonight. Because, right now, Lupe was too grim to be asked about canoe borrowing. Her ange
