Chapter 11
Mr. Trevor smiled at all of us as we came into the kitchen.
"There you all are!" he said. "What are we thinking for supper? It's a bit late, but perhaps something light? I can heat up some leftover soup from the freezer. I think I even have a loaf of homemade bread in there still."
I bit my tongue before I could ask what sort of soup he was thinking of. We had to stay on topic.
"You have no idea how good that sounds," Sophie said, clasping her hands together in undisguised joy. "I've been eating far too much junk food since I was away."
"Auntie Claire didn't cook for you?" I asked.
"I paid her a visit when I first got there, but after a couple of days I let her believe I had gone home again," Sophie said. "That was just to keep her safe in case what I was digging into turn
