“He’s following me!” she cried, pleading him to take her side.

“Where’s your medication, honey?” he begged, hugging her frame close.

Her face fell. “You don’t believe me.”

I crouched down by the stairs, watching silently as dad tried convincing mom the three-headed man in front our fireplace wasn’t real.

Karttika writes mystery and fantasy with every spare time she could get.