School speeds by rapidly this week. I hardly remember what day it is until dad hollers up the stairs, telling me he’s about to leave. My mind jolts into place. It’s Saturday again, time to go to back to the sanctuary and meet with the bats.
Ru and I have been swamped with schoolwork. We haven’t had any time to talk over things again, and tonight will be no different. Vincent Wickthorn, the father of the boy who punched Ru in the face, is coming around tonight to have a long chat with mum and dad. Ru plans to disappear in the garden for a while until he’s gone, despite mum’s promise to be as civil as she can to the man.
Dad’s van bumps around the corner into the sanctuary’s car park.
The confidence I came home with last week has dimmed dramatically, and my fears now grip me as deeply as
