We head upstairs and quickly eat breakfast with our families. Robbie had something urgent come up and no one really knew exactly what, but George offered to take us down to see the kid.
“He hasn’t said anything,” he tells us as we walk down the stairs towards the dungeon. “I don’t know if he’s being difficult, or if he’s just scared. Rob wanted me to tell you that he had dinner and breakfast, though.”
I can’t help but smile at this. I haven’t talked to my brother, but he always knows what to say to make me feel better, even when he can’t be there. We approach the cell that the boy is in and I get a good look at him now. He really is just a kid. I’d be shocked if he were even 12 years old. There's no way he's even shifted yet.
“Hi,” I say to him and he looks up at me. “I’m Moll
