Connor was making breakfast, as he always did during the week. He was a morning person, in that respect as well as many others, the exact opposite of his sister Mari.

Mari grumbled and moaned after Connor came in her room and tried to shake her awake. She didn’t want to get up, but not just because of her night-owl tendencies. How could he act like nothing had happened? she scowled to herself.

She punched the pillow and slammed out of bed. She huffed her way to the bathroom. Everything she saw reminded her of what had happened.