As I stood outside my bedroom window, trying to calm down after Atticus’s unexpected arrival, I had to ensure Peter and Martha wouldn’t hear me when he startled me. I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him around to the back of the house, hoping to keep them asleep.
“What the f**k are you doing here?” I demanded.
“I had nowhere else to go,” he replied.
“Seriously? If I’m your last option, you must be in real trouble,” I retorted.
“Please, Mad. You need to help me,” he begged.
“I don’t need to do anything. And don’t call me Mad,” I shot back.
“I don’t know what to do,” he confessed, looking lost.
“Yeah, that’s pretty clear,” I said, eyeing him up and down. He had only been on the run for a few days, yet he looked like he’d been wandering in the wilderness for months. It was obv
