BLUE’S POV
“Why don’t I fix us all a cup of coffee? It’s too tense in here.” Aunt Linda stood up and went to the kitchen and busied herself preparing refreshments, while we stayed in the sitting room.
The witch and her advocate were in the study talking about who know s what. But obviously I was the topic of discussion.
I could have used something stronger to drink but I was already on strike three. I didn’t want to attract further attention to my misdemeanors. My caseworker, Laura reached out for my hand and squeezed it. I try to look anywhere but at her as I put my glass back down on the glass table with a hard click.
I rested my elbow on the armrest, my attention fixed outside as I watched Corbyn and Ashton walking in the garden. Chances were I had burned bridges with him and it fil
