Chapter 13
Everyone rushed to the front door, summoned by the sound of tyres on loose gravel. I was terrified. I knew who it would be. Barely breathing, I stayed on the far side of the kitchen table, my hands clutching the bench behind me as I heard the door open. The bowl of fruit on the table looked meek and friendly, so I started cataloguing what it was offering me, trying not to think about what was about to happen.
Three oranges on top. Four bananas.
Voices funnelled down the hallway, and a stranger introduced himself as Tim.
Two red apples, one green.
What if Bane was angry? He used to always be angry at me. Downright mean, even.
Four kiwi fruits.
Breathe, Lainie. If he gets angry, do not cry. Just breathe. He wasn’t always angry. A vivid memory of him smiling at me as he taug
