A/N: I finished the story, I'm just going to post a chapter a day, depending on reviews. Review if you want me to post the rest. Oh, and I didn't mean for it to be as short as it is.
Chapter 2
Sunny pushed her dinner around on her plate. She didn't want to eat. She, like almost every girl in her class, thought she was fat. "I don't like this."
"Then don't eat it," Violet shrugged it off, putting a forkful of roast beef into her mouth. She sighed looking at her husband. Quigley sat in the living room with his daughter in his arms, both of them laughing. The baby looked like a female version of Quigley… like Isadora. After the accident, they decided to name the baby Isabella, almost like Isadora. Isabella Klaudia, like her aunt and uncle.
Sunny stormed up to her room. She hadn't eaten much in the past week. To make it worse, she also threw up at least once a week.
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Violet laid in Quigley's arms that night on the couch. Sunny was till in her room and Isabella had long since been put to bed. Quigley rubbed Violet's arm. "Mmm," came Violet's reply.
"You know it'll be two years tomorrow," Quigley brought up a touchy subject. Violet cringed. "That means they got married two years ago today," she replied. "I miss them."
"Me too, Vi," Quigley sounded like he was in a trance. "Me too."
"I'm worried about Sunny," Violet said.
"Why?" Quigley, like a typical guy, was completely oblivious.
"Did you notice how she was wearing a sweatshirt at dinner? Isn't it kind of hot to be wearing a sweatshirt?"
"I never thought of that," Quigley replied. "And she hasn't been eating."
"God knows how her grades are," Violet was really worried about her sister.
"It'll be okay, Vi," Quigley rubbed her arm and kissed her forehead. "She's a smart girl, she won't get in too deep."
"I hope," Violet replied. The couple headed upstairs to bed, hoping everything would be better in the morning.