The Mephisto Mark: The Redemption Of Phoenix - Plot & Excerpts
Tonight, not only was she wearing her fake smile, her sweater was inside out, and her ponytail was crooked. I suspected she’d just come from Key’s room, and while I didn’t want to think about why her clothes were on wrong, I noticed she had puffy eyes. She’d been crying. I hoped Key was kind and helpful to her. If I ever learned he wasn’t, I’d hurt him. I wished I could be helpful, but she was determined to treat me as an honored guest who was set to leave soon. She had no clue what had happened in my life since Sunday night, but she’d know soon enough, and for now, if it made her feel better to think of me as a guest on holiday, what was the harm? At least I was one less worry for her. And she was extremely worried. She took a seat on the chair opposite mine and instantly began picking at the tear in her jeans. Mathilda had walked in right behind her, bearing hot cocoa and oatmeal cookies, clucking as she set the tray on the desk.
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