Richard raises his eyebrows, sitting back in his chair. Realising that I have just been unconscionably rude, I try to take back my words.
“Um, sorry. Didn´t mean it to come out like that. My apologies."
Richard regards me under hooded eyelids. I can almost see the wheels turning in his head. “No apology needed, Charlotte." He speaks slowly, choosing each word. “You grew up in that area and went to foster parents...?"
My throat tightens...
He continues. “You were in a children´s home then? Was it by any chance, Blessingmoors?"
Mumbling through my food. “That´s the one." I gulp down a mouthful of wine, and then another.
Michael and my Master are both staring at me. Michael takes my hand in his.
Richard continues. “You are correct, of course. We demolished that... institution... towar
