—A. Harry rapped gently on my door. “Come out, Calliope. You need to eat something.” “Please go away, Harry.” I sniffled. I rolled onto my side and pulled the pillow into my stomach. “None of this changes how much she loved you, Calliope. She doted on you. It doesn’t change how much Gabe and I love you.” “I said go away. Please, Harry. Just go away.” “All right.” His voice sounded choked. “If you want to talk, come to my room. It’s not like I’ll be able to sleep anyway.” I listened as his footsteps grew quieter as he walked down the hall. Aggie was sleeping on my pillow, and I lay down next to him and listened to him purr, sliding my fingers through his velvety fur, almost absentmindedly. “Oh, Aggie,” I whispered, wiping at my eyes. “How can things turn from so wonderful, so happy, so perfect, to ruined? How?” I turned my head. I had a picture of my mother in a small silver frame on my desk. I looked at it. I really never knew her. I had a few memories.
