Feeling the warmth of sunlight on her face, Tara slowly opened her eyes. No shouting filtered up to her from downstairs. Maybe there were even chocolate chip pancakes waiting for her today. She yawned and sat up.
Her eyes lit on the bedside table and she grinned, revealing a gap where one of her front teeth had been. Instead of the usual dollar, this time her parents had promised her a different treat—a trip to the movies with her best friend. Shoving the bright blue Finding Nemo blanket out of the way, she hopped out of the bed and reached for the book sitting on her nightstand. It was light and cold in her hands, the cover sticky where she’d spilled milk on it the other day. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
Envisioning muggles and magic, Tara set the book back down before skipping to the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth and washed her face. She was about to run down the stairs when she realized she’d better check to make sure she’d put the cap back on the toothpaste. Nothing was going to ruin this Saturday.
First she’d eat breakfast, at the table, so her parents would be happy, and then she’d watch cartoons for an hour in the family room. Did she feel like cinnamon or chocolate—Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Count Chocula? Or what about pancakes?
The murmurs of her parents’ voices grew more distinct as she neared the kitchen.
“How are we going to tell her about the divorce?”
“I don’t know. I have no idea.”
Tara turned around and ran back upstairs to her room, shutting the door quietly behind her.