He sounded unsure. “Could you ask Amelia if she wants a visitor? Could you tell her it’s Ari?” “No problem,” Sara responded. “I’ll ask her.” Sara peeked her head around the corner. “A cute guy is here to see you.” “Can you give me a minute?” I was already reaching for a brush. “Sure.” She looked at her watch. “But keep it short. Visiting hours are over in half an hour.” I switched off the TV and brushed my hair. I was so glad Mom and Dad had left for dinner. I hoped they went to a real restaurant, not the hospital cafeteria. I hoped they wouldn’t come back too soon. At least my baby blanket was tucked away. I thought of hiding the horse, but Ari had already seen it. He’d practically stared at it. My hand shook as I studied my reflection in the mirror. I wished I was strikingly beautiful like Rachel with her perfect features, her shaped eyebrows, and clear skin. I wished I’d inherited Mom’s blond hair and blue eyes, the ones Rachel had somehow gotten instead.
