"Dad? Can you come and pick me and Jamie up?" I said, my voice quivering in rage.
"Sure..." he said. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I bit, and hung up the phone. Walking back into the TV room, I found Jamie sitting up, eyes watery.
"You knew?" I asked her flatly.
Jamie nodded.
"No wonder you've been sick." I said, sitting down in the couch, giving the younger girl a hug.
Jamie sniffed, and the tears came on again. All of her life she never expected to have her parents split.
"Shush, kiddo." I sniffed. "It's alright."
"It's not that, Kris..." Jamie sobbed.
"Then it is?" I asked, vision blurry.
"I don't want to be separated from my sisters..." Jamie said, holding me tighter.
My eyebrows furrowed. It was then I realized that I hadn't asked Heather about who was getting me...