I’m startled from my nap on Daniel’s shoulder a little while later by a gentle shake at my shoulder. I raise my head, groaning at the crick in my neck and wiping at my mouth where I’m horrified to see there’s a little drool. Blinking, confused, I look around. Where…
“Hey, baby,” a soft voice murmurs. My eyes focus on the figure crouched down in front of me, on her head of pretty purple hair…
“Janeen!” I gasp, and then I pitch forward into my sister’s arms. She lets out a little surprised gasp as I knock her to the floor, holding her tight to me. Then she laughs a little as I duck my head against her shoulder.
“Okay, kid,” she says, patting my hair. “It’s all right. We came to take you home.”
“We?” I ask, raising my head. And then I look up to see my dad standing there – my real dad, wh
