castle. Her fingers ached from pressing the plastic pieces onto one another. When her mom knocked on her door, she shook her hands back and forth, half-waving and half-trying to get the blood flowing again.
âWhy are there cookies in the hallway?â her mom asked.
âTheyâre an apology. I think I hurt Michaelâs feelings,â Rachel said.
âWhat?â
Rachel knew her mom would be mad about how sheâd treated her brother, so she focused her eyes on the Lego princess as she placed her next to the prince so they could dance. âHe ruined my castle,â she said, pouting. âI canât help it if Michaelâs a baby about getting in trouble.â
Her momâs eyebrows drew together so they looked like one furry caterpillar on her forehead. âWho is Michael and why would he ruin your castle?â Her mom gripped the door handle and eyed her carefully.
Rachelâs hand hit the newly rebuilt chandelier, knocking it from the castleâs ballroom ceiling when she jerked around to roll her eyes at her mom. âMy little brother Michael. I left the cookies in front of his room so heâd see them and know I was sorry for yelling at him, even if he did knock down my castle.â
âRachel, I donât think imaginary brothers need real cookies. Think you can go put them back in the kitchen before they get stepped on?â
âMichael isnât imaginary.â Rachel gaped at her mom, the chandelier gripped tightly in her hand. She felt funny, like she did when she had a high fever or went to bed too late.
âOh, right. Of course he isnât,â her mom said in that overly sweet voice she used when she and Rachel were playing pretend. âIâm serious about putting the cookies away, though. If theyâre still there the next time I come upstairs, Iâll throw them out. Got it?â
âYes, maâam,â Rachel said, confused but happy that at least her mom didnât seem mad.
She waited until she heard her mom talking to her dad downstairs before moving the cookies. The plate was where sheâd left it, but instead of her brotherâs bedroom door, a painting of a Snow Whiteâtype cottage set in a thicket of woods hung on an otherwise blank wall. Whereâs Michaelâs room? She ground her knuckles into her eyes and counted to five before looking at the wall again. Moving closer, she stepped on the plate. It broke into three large, jagged pieces. A few of the cookies crumbled under her bare foot, and she jumped to the side so she didnât get cut by the sharp edges of the plate. The wall was solid when she ran both hands along its smooth surface.
The door was gone. Like it had never been there at all.
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Standing on the unfamiliar street in Nowhere, Rachel could still see the blankness of that wall, still feel the numbness that filled her with dread at what her parents would do when they realized sheâd made Michael disappear with her stupid wish.
Back when she thought they might actually believe her.
She reached a shaky hand to a parking meter to steady herself. Closing her eyes, she counted to five like she had back then, inhaling on the odd numbers and telling herself everything would be okay on the evens. But now she knew no amount of wishing could bring back someone who no longer existed. Just as she knew the person sheâd been following through the streets was most definitely not Michael but just a familiar-looking stranger, no matter what her insides were telling her.
Something about the air was suddenly fresh and earthy. It smelled like cucumbers and lilac and almond milk, soothing her like the deep breaths hadnât. And the breeze blew a few degrees cooler, as if this stretch of street was encased in a bubble of calm. Eyes now open, Rachel looked around to see if anyone else had noticed the change in atmosphere, or if that was all in her head too.
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