Roland wasn’t sure why he had ended up here, but something in his gut told him this was where he would find the desperately needed answers. And as he stood across the street, staring at the house, a scowl on his face as he saw shadows moving behind the curtains.
When someone patted him on the shoulder, he jumped as he whirled around, ready to punch something, but he relaxed when he saw Claire with an amused expression.
“Aren’t you meant to be in school?” he muttered, placing a hand over his heart, which was pounding in his chest.
“Aren’t you?”
“I said I was on my period and had cramps. Miss Mohammed let me go home. And, I guess we were thinking of the same thing.”
“He’s lying.”
“I know he is. But why?”
“He was here last night,” Roland said.
“How do you know.”
Roland thought back t
