"Don't shut me out again," August cried, hooking his heart with her words. "I can help you with this. Stay with me. Let's figure this out together," she rose from the bed to where he was frozen in the doorway, staring hard at the wood frame that had his and Greta's heights tallied throughout their early childhood.
'Graeme, 6.' The short pencil line was drawn by his mother. And just beneath it 'Greta, 6.' The lines moved further apart the older he and Greta got, with the final lines demarcating their height at 12 years old where Graeme was a full 2 inches taller than his sister. That was the year the marks stopped being recorded. The year their parents were killed.
