“Are you okay?” said Spook. It was, of course, visible to anyone who cared to look that Anna was not okay. She was sitting in her chair, pale as anything Spook had ever seen, with tears trickling like miniature stars down her cheeks. Her eyes were amber again, something that always happened when she cried. But Spook didn’t know what else to say.
“I’ll be fine in a minute. I just wish Matt would come home.”