Kate felt a little better than last night. She had not been able to sleep at first and then she had cried herself to sleep. But this morning upon waking, she had resolved that she would go see Anne today and would rejoice in the fact that at least she was there to comfort her friend.

She skipped down the stairs but stopped in the doorway when she saw her parents sitting at the kitchen table, looking so downcast.

"What's wrong?" she asked timidly.