Logan is bored.
He's been laying in bed for days now, nothing to do but read the adventure books his brother occasionally brings him and do crossword puzzles. On a rainy afternoon, he climbs out of bed, finding that his legs no longer wobble when he stands. He's better, he can feel it.
Opening the door to his bedroom, he walks slowly down the corridor and peeks into Rose's bedroom. To his delight, his sister is awake, looking up at the ceiling from her crib.
He approaches the crib, careful not to make the floorboards creak. "Hi, Rosie." He holds out his finger for her to take.
"Logan, what are you doing?" his brother hisses from the door. Logan turns guiltily.
"I was bored," he explains.
"Keep away from Rosie. You'll get her sick too." Ewan always sounds older than nine.
"I feel better."
"You're still in quarantine. You don't want to make Uncle Noah angry."
His brother never lets him have any fun. Logan reluctantly leaves Rose and follows Ewan out into the corridor.
"Wanna play Cowboys and Indians?" Logan asks.
"Yeah, okay." Ewan brightens. "But we can't go outside."
A few days later Rose comes down with a fever, and a week later she dies. Logan doesn't know if she got the fever from him. He doesn't think he even touched her while he was in her bedroom. But he'll spend the rest of his life trying to remember if he did.