[Margaret's Perspective]
Elizabeth saw what I did just now.
I poured a glass of water silently and handed it to her. Elizabeth took it and drank it all in one go. I filled another glass for her. She waved at me to indicate that she didn't need it.
I lowered my head and took a sip to calm myself down. Then I turned around and took new eggs out of the fridge.
These were the last two. I couldn't screw up again.
Elizabeth was already in shock. I couldn't let her think that I was the same. One of us had to be able to remain calm. I could show my uneasiness to Donald, but I had to take on the responsibility of an older sister with Elizabeth.
"What are you doing?" came Elizabeth's weak voice.
"Making breakfast."
"Stop cooking. I don't want to eat."
I paused in the kitchen, not listening to her. I needed an omelet to keep myself calm.
"Margaret, will you talk to me? I'm scared."
