When Molly rolled into a sitting position, she saw a toddler swamped by Veronica's clothes. Black hair covered the girl's face like a curtain except for the end of her nose. The little girl held up the sagging sleeves of her clothes, now empty beneath the elbow. "This can't be," she whispered. "I'm not a child!"
Molly leaned forward to brush hair away from the girl's face. Underneath, she found a chubby brown face with Veronica's eyes. "Veronica?"
"Molly, what happened?" Veronica started to cry. "I don't want to be little. Change me back." She flapped the half-empty sleeves in anger and then sagged forward into Molly's waiting arms. Molly could do nothing more than stroke Veronica's hair and whisper reassurances the way Becky did with her. She stopped at the sound of footsteps outside the cave.