“Hannah, please don’t go,” Mary begs her, clinging to her leg as tightly as her nine-year-old arms can muster. Her wet face presses into the back of Hannah’s leg as Hannah tugs her along on her way to the front door.
“Mary,” Hannah says, finally stopping to pry her little sister off her leg. Her voice is patient as she peels her sister’s fighting hands off her leg. “Mary, lovebug, I have to go, ...