Chapter ThirteenCradling the little hedgehog in her hands, Jenny sat at her window, looking down at the forecourt, for the first time since arriving at the place feeling alone and disillusioned. So much for being innocent until proven guilty, and with Mrs Bennet's words still ringing in their ears, the committee had seemingly taken Morrison's side. Sadness had long since given way to anger, and Jenny chewed at her lip, wishing there was some way that she could tell Morrison – and Strickland for that matter, exactly what she thought of them both. But she knew that would never happen, not now. It was all legal, all sewn up, and Morrison had won.
Slowly she went back to her sofa and sat down. She looked at the animal curled up in her lap and wondered what would become of him now that she had
