"You feeling better?" she asked.

"Yeah." Della tried to keep her voice from shaking.

Joy smiled that sleepy smile of hers that made her look younger than ten. "I told mom you wouldn't die, because you wouldn't leave me. You'd never leave me." She dropped back on her pillow and drifted back to sleep.

Tears filled Della's eyes and the pain of knowing she'd never see her sister again, made her heart break. She got up and walked out of the room. She closed the door and saw her packed bag. She'd left the window open, hoping Chan would see it and come back. A breeze entered. It felt . . . colder. Unnaturally cold. Chills tip-toed up her spine.

Something fluttering across the wood floor caught Della's eye. She looked down at the card. She picked it up and saw the name Holiday Brandon scribbled across the card. Below the name was a telephone number and the words, Shadows Falls Camp.

Vaguely, she remembered the doctor and nurse telling her she could call someone, someone who could help her decide the right thing to do. She couldn't call a stranger and ask for help. Or could she?

Her thoughts went to her sister and Della reached for her phone and dialed.

"Shadow Falls Camp," a woman answered. Della couldn't speak. "Is someone there?" asked the sleepy voice. "Who is this?"

Another stream of tears silently slipped down Della's cheek. "My name is Della Tsang and I need help."