Tate and I walked hand in hand to the school. Once we were there I had no idea where to go. I stood in the entry way of the school trying to remember where to go from here. In my defense, we were shown a lot yesterday.
"This way Momma." Tate said as he started to pull me in a direction that I hope is the kitchen.
After a couple of minutes things started to look familiar. Then, seconds later we came to the double doors of the kitchen. I could smell fresh cinnamon rolls coming from the other side. I looked down at Tate and he looked up at me.
"Should we knock or something?" I asked him.
Tate shrugged. Gods, we are bad at this. Maybe we should have waited for Ambrose to come with us. Taking a deep breath I raised my hand to knock when one of the doors swung open.
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