Leila reached inside the hat and pulled out a never-ending multi-coloured scarf. Red and green and yellow and blue and purple and orange. Her father was obviously trying to distract them from the idea of the monkey running scared outside. Classic misdirection, Leila thought.
“Hurry now!” Mr Vernon added, snapping his fingers excitedly. “A good magician should never be caught unprepared when the audience arrives.”
My mother hid the knife block.
In hindsight, that was the first sign. And then, two nights ago, she locked her bedroom door. It had to be subconscious, but still, I didn’t want to think too hard about what she was secretly thinking. I guess that was the second sign. And now there was a suitcase on my bed. Which wasn’t really a sign at all. It was the actual event.