On the way here, Sean Quinn had told her about Chloe Crawford: fifteen years old, petite and delicate, a middle schooler, and a model student with excellent grades.
Now that she was finally seeing her, the girl did look quite well-behaved. It was just her behavior...
"Quinn, my sister's dying! She's dying! She's covered in blood and she's not breathing! Quinn, I don't want my sister to die! If she's gone, I'll be an orphan! Quinn..."
She wailed, her voice hoarse with anguish.
The girl was truly tiny. With Sean Quinn's tall frame, she was more than a head shorter than him as she clung to his chest.
"Don't cry, don't cry... Cherie, no matter what happens, you still have me. I'll be your big brother... You won't become an orphan... Shh, don't get any wild ideas..."
