From inside the room, Keira is standing at the window while her sister, Abby carries one of the packed boxes. She looks over her shoulder back towards Keira as she speaks.
Abby, impatiently:Â Come ON, Keira. I need your help carrying these. Mom’s going to be pissed if we don’t get out of here soon.
Keira doesn’t respond.
Abby: Keira?
Keira:Â I wish we didn’t have to move.
A flash of anger floods Abby’s expression.
Abby:Â YOU Wi-