Chapter 15, Hope Shoemaker:
Hope sat at her desk taking meticulous notes. She stopped for a moment, the quill still held between thumb and finger. It became an excellent pointer when she said, “If you hadn’t been spying, this would’ve never happened.”
The woman she spoke to didn’t make a sound. She just stood there a blank look on her face.
Hope scratched a few more letters on a scroll. If anyone bothered to look at what she wrote, they wouldn’t be able to read it. Long ago, Hope created her own alphabet to keep her brothers from spying on her. She used it now and whenever she needed to keep secrets.
“Did it hurt…? Did it hurt when you had all those tattoos put on your body?” Hope motioned with the quill as one might with a wand, or an instructor would with a pointing stick. The woman
