When they got home they had sat down on the couch together. Izzy rested her head on her mother’s shoulder and her grandpa held her hand. She felt weighted down. She wanted to just ask, and she didn’t know how.
Her grandpa looked at her and squeezed her hand hard. Izzy figured it was probably as hard as he could.
Her mom’s voice was gentle. “Go ahead,” she said.
It came like a flood. “What’s going on?” Izzy asked.” What happened to Chelsea? Sam was telling me – I mean, I don’t know. Sam was telling me stuff and she said that you had to explain it to me.”
He was stone-faced.
“So what’s going on? Do you know?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“What is it?” she asked.
He sighed. “Izzy,” he said. “Izzy, I think I better fill you in a little.” He coughed. “How much did your mom tell you about the day you were born?”