Five years later:“Do you want some ice?”“No.”“I think you need some ice. Your forehead is all shiny.”“Goodness, Talia. Leave me alone.”“Don’t get cranky. I’m just trying to help…”“Brenden,” Irene whined. “Make her stop. For the love of God, make her stop.”“Talia,” Brenden berated in a warning tone, his voice coming from Irene’s right, and the two of them got into a hushed argument that ended with Talia huffing and giving them both the stink eye. Which was perfectly fine by Irene because at least Talia would no longer be talking.“I’m sure if Nina wanted her to have ice, they would bring her ice,” Irene’s mother said reasonably from across the room. She was sitting in a little chair, looking out of place in her khaki pants and t-shirt.“Sure, they would,” her dad agreed. He had been standing by the wall, too anxious to sit and checked his watch several times a minute. “Where is she, anyway?” His eyes scanned the room as if expecting Nina to spawn out of the shadows at any moment
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