BAILEY'S P.O.V.

Paige and I were heroes. Had we not been there, the man would have surely shot an innocent person. Did I say that we were heroes? I mean, God is the hero. Always has been. Always will be. He worked through us to touch the poor man's heart.

After the cops handcuffed him and forced him into a police car, Paige and I flew to the cloud. Not before we were thanked by the police and received praises by the teachers and students. I do not know about Paige, but I do not like to be praised. It bothers me because I am getting credit for the work of God. For those of you who do not believe in Him or my God, you may find this absurd. God could have never done it without you or Paige, so why not take at least some credit?

First of all, where there is a will, there is a way. The Lord will always find a way. There is nothing that He cannot do. Second of all, I feel that I am denouncing Him if I even take one percent of the credit. You cannot just meet Him halfway. You have to meet Him all the way. He is not just God. He wants to be your Father and Best Friend.

God knows what is best, and I will always trust Him.

When Paige and I reached the cloud, the fairies were clapping and whistling. They were pleased that our first mission was a success, and Blue added that the Lord was smiling down at us.

"Your work is not yet done," Orange said. "You will see the shooter again. For now, let us celebrate with ice cream!"

With the help of the fairies, Paige and I returned to our human forms. No wings. No fancy outfits. I almost forgot that we were...whatever Blue calls us. The fairies refused to go in the ice cream parlor because they did not want to be seen by mortals. They told us what flavors to buy, and we did the rest. But upon entering the parlor, you will never believe who we saw. Our family. Our parents and sisters.

They were sitting at a round table by the counter and chatting about the church service. Well, our parents were. Betsy and Penny were next to each other and discussing something. Something that did not sit well with me or Paige, especially Paige.

My mom noticed us and looked up from her sundae. A smile crept across her face. "Bailey. Paige." She practically jumped out of her chair and hugged us tightly. So tight that I swore that our lungs would be crushed.

Paige's dad shifted in his seat and rested an arm over the chair. "You naughty girls," he joked. "Where in the world were you two? The service started, and you were nowhere to be found. We searched the building and the grounds for you."

Paige and I glanced at each other, and then back at them. We could not spill the beans that we were fairy-like beings. They would never believe us, which is ironic because they are Christians. Besides, the fairies forbade us from telling anything. The potion. The wings. The shooting at the Forlot school. The shooter. Zip. So how would we explain ourselves?

"They were with me," Betsy piped up as she stood.

Our eyes bulged from their sockets. "Huh?!"

"They were with me," my sister repeated, walking to us and wrapping her arms around our waists. "I guess that they did not inform you that they were keeping me company."

"Oh?" Paige's mom uttered.

"Yep. We played games and had a fantastic time."

"No, we did—"

She covered my mouth. "They needed to go to the restroom and said that they would meet us here at the ice cream parlor."

The grownups looked at one another. I bit my lips. Were they going to buy it?

Finally, my dad said, "I am overjoyed that you three girls are getting along. Next time, Paige and Bailey, please let us know where you are. We do not want to report you missing, now do we?"

"No, Dad," I replied. "We will not make the same mistake again."

"Thank you. Now have some ice cream with us."

Paige and I were forever in Betsy's debt. We would have probably never gotten through that if not for her. I was curious as to why Betsy would lend us a hand. Maybe she was turning the other cheek. As we were exiting the parlor, I said thanks and asked why she did that.

She snickered and rubbed her chin. "Allow me to ponder your question. It could be because we are sisters. It could be because I am going through character development. Or...it is because..." She halted in her tracks. "...I know."

"Hehehe...what?"

"You heard me, sis." She squeezed my shoulder. "I know your and Paige's secret."

Paige gulped. "Y-you do?"

"Yep. And do not play dumb with me. If you do not do what I say from now on, I am spilling the milk."

I quirked an eyebrow. "You mean beans."

"Who the crub would spill beans? It is easier to spill milk. Anyhoo, if you do not meet my demand, I will not hesitate to tell our parents."

"Do you not mean demands? As in plural."

"I only have one, my dear sister, and it is simple."

Paige twirled a hair strand around her finger. "What could you possibly want us to do?"

Betsy opened her mouth, but only a yelp escaped. My mother had tugged Betsy by the hand and said that they and Paige's mom would be visiting Forlot's fashion shop. Betsy has a thing for fashion, so she could not resist.

"Bailey, would you and Paige like to join us?" my mom asked.

"No thank you. We want to visit the bookstore."

Betsy glared at us. "Do not forget. I know."