Although not unexpected, she is startled by a loud crash. Her stomach knots. The sound of yelling is a welcome relief. There are still two voices to be heard through the closet door. As Ana peers down at Eve, head cradled in her lap, she continues to stroke the hair of her little sister. Curls spring back like a tightly wound slinky.
“…magical unicorn rides.” Ana continues, sirens drowning her words.