Joan frowned in the dim light. I heard her sigh and fidget at the table. "Well, just think about it, will you? For another day or so? You might like things better than you think."
"Joan, no. Don't you get it? You have to change things back now! I'm not going to be stuck here without my family or anything." I felt a fresh surge of panic race through me as I realized Joan wasn't going to listen to reason, no matter what I said.
"You can come and stay with us. You've been living with a family across town, actually. They won't mind if you spend the night at my house." She ventured a weak smile.
I got to my feet, bending over so that I was staring into her eyes, an inch away from her face. "No. You're going to fix things now, or I'm going to do it for you. Tell me when you changed things or you'll be sorry you were ever born." The venom in my tone surprised me—I hoped she heard it.
Joan leaned back from my threat. She met my eyes with a hint of panic, then got to her feet, slowly, like she was underwater. "I'm not changing things back, and I'm not telling you how I did it. You'll never figure it out. Just spend some time here Sienna, and realize how good you've got it. I'll even forget your threats from tonight. We'll just pretend this didn't happen."