celebrate yours if you want. Iâll get you something extra tasty to eat.â
Jack laughed in his strange cat way. âSince cats donât bother with calendars, either, why donât we just assume my birthday is tomorrow, too.â
âDeal,â Emma said, yawning again. She couldnât remember walking into her room, but her bed was right there. She curled up on it. Jack was saying something to her, but it was too hard to pay attention, too much effort to open her eyes. She slept.
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âEmma, turn off that alarm and get out of bed!â
Emma rubbed her eyes and sat up, blinking. Where was she? What time was it?
Her mom loomed over her, hospital smells still clinging to her.
Emma blinked again. Her alarm was going off. She didnât remember setting it. âSorry, Mom. I thought you were working all night.â
âI did work all night, and, if you donât mind, Iâd like to get some sleep,â her mom said. âWhich means I need to get you to school.â
School? How could it be time for school? Emma reached out and banged on the alarm until it finally shut up, then peered at the time: 6:55 a.m. Sheâd been asleep for over twelve hours.
âThank you,â her mom said. Satisfied that Emma was finally awake, she walked out of the room.
Emma poked Jack, who was asleep under her blanket and out of sight. âWhyâd you let me sleep so long?â
âI was sleeping, too, you know,â Jack said, yawning widely and showing off his sharp teeth. âYour dad tried to wake you, but he gave up after you tried to scratch him. Youâre a cat now. Youâll get used to it.â
Emma pushed herself out of bed. At least she was already dressed. She ran a brush through her long black hair and smoothed down her bangs.
âI donât know why youâre bothering,â Jack said. âPride-Hearts donât need to go to school.â
âTry explaining that to my mom,â Emma said.
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E mma could barely keep her eyes open during the drive to school, but eventually she noticed that her mom kept glancing over at her.
âYour dadâs making cassava cake and
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, for tonight,â her mom said, eventually. She paused. âAre you going to be okay today? I know itâs tough having to go to school and act like everythingâs normal.â She sighed. âItâs hard for me, too, going to work and thinking that sheâs still out there somewhere.â
âYeah,â Emma said. There didnât seem to be much more to say to that. Or maybe there was too much more.
Her mom tried to smile. âRemember last year, when Helena kept pretending she was expecting a car for her birthday, just to see how worked up your dad would get? She even bought one of those little tree-shaped air fresheners.â
Emma nodded. âAnd she acted all excited when he got out his car keys to take us to dinner as if she thought he was going to give them to her.â
Their dad had grumbled about spoiled American teenagers and how their grandfather would have cried to see what this country had done to his grandchildren. Helena had burst out laughing and couldnât stop for nearly half an hour. In the end, their dad had laughed, too. This year heâd been planning to get her a toy car as a joke.
Emmaâs mom put a hand on her shoulder. âMaybe we should have let you stay home today. You know, if you need to talk to someone . . . maybe your school guidance counselor can help you. Would it help you to talk about things?â
âThereâs nothing to talk about,â Emma said. âOnce Helenaâs back, everythingâs going to be fine.â
They pulled into the school lot behind the other cars dropping kids off. âEmma, I know your dad still thinks he can find her,
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