I chase after Matitus before he places Abigail on her bed. Walking down the corridor, I go into the kitchen and retrieve some leftover soup from the fridge. Matitus walks in while I place it in a pot on the stove.
“Hungry little one?” he asks, but I shake my head.
“No, I am making it for Abigail,” I tell him before grabbing a tray and a bowl. I sit on the bench waiting for the pot to heat up. Matitus moves between my legs. “Thank you for helping Abigail,” I tell him, and he looks away guiltily. “What?” I ask, confused by his reaction.
“I went to Abigail’s to find her family for Silas” he says, and I shove him away.
“You were going to help him, and what would you have done if they were home?” I ask, disgusted that he would use her family against her after promising he wouldn’t.
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