He smiled at her around a spoonful of red Jell-O. “Hey Ems.” She pulled out the bedside chair and sank into it, her heart finally beginning to slow now that she was actually looking at her little brother. She brushed his hair off his forehead gently, careful not touch the bandage. “What did you do, T-rex?” He offered her the Jell-O cup. “You want some of this? It’s cherry. I know that’s your favorite.” Emma narrowed her eyes. “Todd,” she snapped. “What did you do?” “I sort of wrecked a dune buggy. But it’s no big deal!” He slurped noisily at another spoonful of gelatin, avoiding her eyes. “What were you doing driving a dune buggy?” She gritted her teeth as she waited. He finally raised his gaze to hers, eyes round with feigned innocence. “Racing. But Ems—” “Why on earth were you racing dune buggies?” She quirked a brow, praying she was wrong about the words about to come out of his mouth. Todd fiddled with the Jell-O cup, peeling away a bit of the lid that was still stuck to the edge.
