"Did you have to explain anything before you came here?"
"I just told them it's my day off."
"Do valets have days off?"
"They do now."
"Well, I guess you know better. You're supposed to be one, after all."
"Yeah, one who doesn't know how to fold shirts properly. "
Nathaniel moved to the window and closed the curtains.
"I don't want to know how that goes. But I see you’ve been walking around freely, so maybe you didn’t really have to explain and they trust you."
The cloth was torn at places, but it was probably better than nothing.
“I didn’t.”
The room was facing another old, crumbling building. Everything here in the so-called Darkest- London was in the poorest possible state.
They were in one of the Whitechapel's workhouses and the place was brimming with sounds coming fr
