“Is tomorrow a normal school day for me?” she asked.

“Tomorrow you go to your classroom just like every other morning,” I said.

I handed the sharpened pencil back to her, and she immediately started coloring in a circle in the top corner of her drawing.

“Aunt Caroline told my cousin you were going to get in big trouble with the lady at school,” Lucy whispered.

I walked over to her chair and laid my hands flat on the edge of the wooden table beside her placemat.

“Nobody is getting in trouble, Lucy,” I said.