'Michael…' Maria took a step forward. She didn't want him to hurt the kid.
'Why were you searching my place?' Michael demanded.
'I wasn't!' Sadie cried. 'I just needed a place to sleep! I haven't slept in a long time.' And she began to cry.
'Michael, let go of her,' Maria said.
Michael dropped Sadie's arm, but kept glaring at her. 'You're the one who thinks she's a threat,' he said. 'Looks like you were right… she's been following me.'
'I have not.' Sadie sniffled. 'I was following Maria.'
What? Maria stared at her, stunned.
'What?' Michael said out loud. 'Why would anyone want to follow Maria?'
'Shut up,' Maria snapped. She pushed past him and stood in front of Sadie. 'Why are you following me?' she asked.
Sadie just shook her head and kept crying.
'Sadie. Look at me.' The girl raised her teary eyes to Maria. 'Who are you?' Maria asked.
'I'm your sister,' Sadie said.
'Hey, Liz. Your turn.'
Liz gazed down at the polished wood floor of the lane. Her eyes looked glassy. This is worse than I thought, Max realized. Maybe I shouldn't have pressured her into coming out tonight. He'd talked Liz into going bowling as a way to blow off steam. It had taken about twenty minutes to convince
her, and even then she'd seemed reluctant. Max was sure it was because Liz thought this was a date. He didn't want to pressure her, so he was determined to do his best to act un-datelike. But Liz had barely even looked at him since they'd gotten here.
Maybe she's trying to think of a way to tell me that she doesn't want us to be together, Max thought. Maybe she just can't handle the fact that 1 have a son. 'Um, Liz?' he said again.
Slowly she raised her big brown eyes to his. 'Yeah?' she asked.
'It's your turn.'
'Oh.' Liz climbed to her feet and shuffled over to the ball return. 'It's really loud in here,' she commented. 'Don't you think?'
Max listened. All he heard were the usual sounds of a bowling alley… balls hitting the wood, pins falling, people talking and laughing. 'Not really,' he said. 'Actually I think it's kind of quiet. Must be because it's a weeknight.'
Liz frowned. 'Everything seems loud to me,' she murmured. She picked up her ball and walked slowly to the lane. 'And way too bright.'
Max didn't know what to say. As far as he could tell, the bowling alley was the same as ever. 'Maybe you're getting sick,' he suggested. 'Do you have a fever?'
'I don't think so,' Liz said. 'I did feel a little weird earlier today, but I thought it had passed. Otherwise I wouldn't have come out.' She halfheartedly tossed the ball down the lane… and it flew through the air for about ten feet before crashing down onto the polished wood. People turned to stare, but Liz didn't seem to notice. She was gazing down at her hands in confusion.
'Liz, how did you do that?' Max cried, rushing over to her.
'My skin feels funny,' she said. 'Like there are little ants crawling all over me. But it feels like they're under my skin.'
Max took her small hand in his own. He studied it carefully, but he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. What was going on? Maybe Liz was having an anxiety attack or something. 'I think we should get you home,' he said. 'You've been working really hard this week… you might just be overtired.'
Liz shook her head. 'Dr. Sosa sent me home early today. I slept all afternoon because I felt strange. I can't be overtired.'
'Why did you get sent home?' Max asked, surprised.
'There was a chemical spill in the lab,' Liz murmured.
'What?' Max cried. 'Was it dangerous? Maybe that's why you feel strange.'
Liz looked up at him and smiled for the first time all night. 'Of course it wasn't dangerous,' she said.
Then she collapsed.
'So let me get this straight,' Maria said. 'Not only did my father leave me and never so much as send a birthday card ever again… '
'Or a child support check,' Michael put in.
'But then he traipsed off to Arizona, got married again, and had a whole other family?' Maria finished. 'A whole happy family?'
Sadie wasn't sure what to say. It had all seemed so easy, back at home. She would just stuff some clothes in her backpack, buy a bus ticket to Roswell, and check out her half sister. She hadn't really planned anything beyond that.
Sure, she'd fantasized about talking to Maria, maybe even becoming friends with Maria. But somehow it had never occurred to her that Maria would want to talk about their father. Or that Maria would say bad things about him.
'Well, this is all crap,' Maria muttered. She pushed back her chair and stomped outside to the patio.
Sadie glanced over at Michael. 'Don't sweat it, kid,' he said. 'She's not mad at you.'
'I feel so stupid,' Sadie whispered. 'My father is gonna kill me.'
'Not if Maria kills him first,' Michael said.
Sadie felt tears well up in her eyes… again. She had spent the last hour crying, at least that's how it seemed. 'But I love my father,' she sobbed.
Michael looked frightened. 'Yeah, I know. I mean, of course you do,' he said quickly. 'I didn't mean Maria would actually kill him!'
Sadie buried her face in her hands and kept crying. She'd been mad at her dad when she'd first found out about Maria. She'd found a picture in his office. In fact, she'd found a whole file on Maria… report cards, pictures, and, most importantly, her address. Sadie had seen her last name and figured out she was his daughter from his first marriage. The only problem was, he'd never told her he had another daughter. So she'd been mad at him. Mad enough to run away…
'I wanted to get back at my father for lying about Maria,' Sadie sobbed. 'But he must be so worried about me!'
Michael opened his mouth, but couldn't seem to figure out what to say.
'Michael!' Maria yelled, pushing back through the
patio door. 'What did you do to her?' She threw her arms around Sadie.
Michael backed away. 'I didn't do anything!' he protested.
Sadie just sniffled and hugged Maria back. Maybe having a sister was worth running away for.
'Yeah! Yeah! Go, D-Backs!'
Kyle cringed and moved as far away from his father as possible while still sitting on the couch. Usually he yelled right along with Valenti whenever there was a game on. But he'd been feeling strange all afternoon. Noises seemed louder than usual, lights seemed brighter, and the food at the Crashdown had tasted funny.
'Gonzalez, huh?' Valenti added, turning to Kyle. 'He's great.'
Kyle cringed again. Even when his dad wasn't yelling, the sound of his voice was way too harsh.
'What's the matter, son?' Valenti boomed.
Kyle slapped his hands over his ears. He took some cleansing breaths and tried to clear his mind like he did when he meditated. But the air felt funny going into his lungs. He took another deep breath, and the feeling intensified. Now it seemed as if a thousand tiny moths had flown in through his mouth and were spreading throughout his body, fluttering their wings.
Panicked, Kyle leaped up from the couch.
Valenti jumped up next to him. 'What?' he cried. 'What's going on?'
'I don't know. I feel tingly,' Kyle said. He knew it was a lame explanation, but he simply couldn't find the words to
express what was going on. Right now it seemed that every single hair on his body was squirming about in its
