I leave Seth to speak with the adult Turners while I go into the other room with their daughters.
“Are you really a princess?” she asks me, eyes wide.
I giggle at her. “I am, but I’m pretty new at it.”
“That’s ok. I bet you’re a really good princess,” she says, leading me into the room. “This is my sister Gracie and baby Madeline.”
I look over at the smaller girls, each with their wavy brown hair, sitting on the floor playing with some wooden blocks, a few dolls laying on the floor nearby. There’s a full-sized bed covered in a quilt with flowers against a wall and a crib in the corner. The two older girls must sleep together.
“This is my sword,” I hear Sadie say to me.
I look down and smile at her. “What are you planning to do with that sword?”
“I’m going to hit the bad gu
