Chapter 42
“I should go home and face the music,” Emma said, sitting on the sofa back at Freda’s house in Great Arden. “They’re probably going frantic. I’m forcing myself to trust that Rohan’s ok so I’ll use my energies to think up a suitable punishment for when he does wander home like nothing’s wrong.”
“You do that.” Freda smiled at her with a knowing look in her eyes. “But you won’t follow through, so why waste your energy.
Emma pouted and knew the old lady spoke sense.
“Wait until tomorrow,” Freda suggested. “You’re safe here and it gives you a chance to rest up and relax. Nobody will think to look for you here.”
“Except Clarissa Jameson-Arden,” Emma grumbled. “I can’t believe I ran into her.”
“Inevitable, I’m afraid,” Freda answered. “She thinks she owns this village.”
“Her fat
