Fairytales lifted her head with a start when the door to the cupboard suddenly opened, blinking at the light. She was a sight: dirty and grass-stained from running around in the park, dusty and a bit cobwebby from the cupboard. She wiped one grubby hand across her face, and looked up at Charles, bottom lip wobbling.
"I did something bad," she said in a tiny voice, wanting to fling herself at him but a bit afraid to.