When the alarm went off at eight on Sunday morning, Emma
felt like she hadn’t slept. She’d lain awake for what seemed hours, reliving
the humiliation Rachel’s journal had stirred up. When she finally slept, she'd seen Rachel and Evan whispering together and laughing at her.
She shook off her dreams and steeled herself for a few
more hours of heavy cleaning, this time with a whining preteen at her side.
Andrew was even less enthusiastic about getting out of bed than she was, and
she had to threaten to take away his Gameboy to get him up.
But by the time they reached Nappanee, he stopped sulking
and took an interest in the Amish farms that dotted the area.
“So this is where Aunt Rachel lives?”
“Lived. Yes, the house is right over there. See it?”
