Rage

Emma tucked Ivy under the covers, and soon a stream of stories began to flow out of the little one. She kept talking fondly about James and Brownie and the wonderful time she had spent with them.

Ivy was missing her newfound friends, especially James. Though she was shy at first but quickly opened up to him, laughing at all his silly jokes and loving all the crazy things they did together. James had been very kind to her and Ivy deeply admired him. His vibrant energy had fascinated her.

Both kids varied significantly in personality; they were worlds apart. James was passionate and funny while Ivy was more timid and quiet, but they got along well.

"Good night," Ivy whispered and pecked Emma's cheek. From the second Ivy met Emma, she was overjoyed. Ivy's blue eyes would shine with boundless love and admiration every time she looked at her.

Emma possessed poise, a strong aura of nobility and grace from which Ivy felt she could easily draw strength. And she did, every day. Their bond wa