LOUISE SMITH
When I walk through the doors of the imposing room, the two men sitting on the sofa stare at me. My father's expression is downright scary, while my godfather's…
Well, I can't quite decipher my godfather's, but his visit came at an excellent time.
"Uncle Andrew, how I've missed you."
He stands up, and I practically fling myself into his arms, hugging him tightly.
He knows I'm in trouble.
"I should let you handle this on your own to learn," he whispers in my ear.
"But you love me too much to leave me alone in this."
"What are you two whispering about over there?" my father asks, annoyed.
"I'm telling my godfather how much I love him and how much I've missed him."
My father gives me a suspicious look.
"Don't give me that, Louise. Why on earth didn't you come home? Why
