“The Twelve Labors of Hercules”
“Mirabelle is gone.”
“Who’s Mirabelle?” Sarah asked looking at Button with squinted eyes.
“She’s gone,” Button said again. He looked lost and confused.
Sarah thought about who her brother could be talking about. ‘Oh. Could it be the girl in the puffy coat? Was that who Button was talking about?’
“I can’t believe it,” he said.
“Button, who’s Mirabelle?”
“She’s my friend. She helped her mom and dad at that convenience store across from the ice rink.