As I crept along the hall, I heard her voice slightly raised but the words were muffled. I would have to get closer. I reached the door to the kitchen and paused. What if they caught me listening? Would they be cross? I think they would, but I want to hear!

Leaning gently on the handle, I inched the door open. I could see them through the crack, face to face across the table. Both looked very serious. A long time passed when neither one of them said anything. The silence was never ending, like we’d been frozen in time.  Had I done something really bad? Is that why they sent me to my room?

As I watched with bated breath, I saw him finally reach across and grab her wrists. She was crying. Perhaps she had done something bad. How could that be? I turned my ear to the crack to listen.

“We’ll see how she handles it go from there.” I heard him whisper.

“But what if she hates it and wants to come back?” I heard her ask, her voice shaking.

I clutched my chest in panic. They were sending me away! Why couldn’t I stay here with them? Surely I hadn’t been so naughty that they didn’t want me anymore.  My heart raced and sweat appeared on my forehead. I didn’t know what to do.   I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear any more but I couldn’t tear myself away from that crack in the door. 

*The child is listening to her parents talking about moving house.