I drew Alicia as a stern looking older sister with a scar that ran from her eyebrows to her chin to make her look tough. I always thought she would look better with a scar or two on her face.
'Wow. She really could not sleep?' Hannah asked.
'Yeah.' I was not paying so much attention to her anymore. I just wanted to shut my reality out and enjoy the little perfect world I had created for myself at the nib of my pen.
Emily came back to the living room with a picture frame of Lily in her hands. She was looking at us weirdly and she looked pale like she had seen a ghost.
'Is anything the matter?' Hannah stood up and guided her to a couch to take her seat.
'No, everything is fine.' She kept looking at Hannah with stone cold eyes.
'What's wrong?' I asked. I could not stand from where I sat nor could I drop my pen.
'Nothing. Albert called.' She closed her eyes and kept them shut.
She was holding back a lot of tears.
'What did he say?' Hannah asked.
