Three days later.

Rebecca had sent Amber to take care of Jane, so Jane was doing fine now. Her chickenpox was almost gone, though the spots were still mildly visible all over her body. She was yet to leave her room, even though she really wanted to go out and get some fresh air.

“Mom and dad haven’t called me even once,” she puckered a little. “It’s like they went for their honeymoon.”

Her thoughts shifted back to Rebecca once again. “She doesn’t know it, yet, but she’s fighting a losing battle