‘Sean, your head is bleeding,’ Rachel shrieked. It was that same high-pitched squeal Rae used to make for hours on end. I was about to yell down to tell them to knock it off when I heard the sound every parent dreads, the sound of skin and bones meeting a hard object.Īfter the thump, there was a dead silence, then a familiar noise I hadn’t heard in years. Downstairs Rae and her little brother Sean were getting rammy, chasing each other around the house.
