A wince of sympathy crossed Isabel's features as Kyle managed to slam his head into the metal frame of the bunk bed. She could see a small red welt already beginning to form there. And behind him, Amber stirred awake. She was quicker to rise than Kyle. Isabel supposed it was the doctor in her. Being roused from sleep seemed to be a part of their every day.
"Kyle." She was trying to keep herself together but her voice cracked slightly. "It's Maria. She didn't make it." Tears had begun running down her face again.