Logan said.
‘Sometimes I just wish that we hadn’t had to witness what we did. We were all
too young. And they were our families. The people we loved.’
Logan nodded, finishing off his water and sitting his glass in the sink, ‘if
only wishes could be granted.’
‘Yeah, if only,’ she retorted, ‘so what do you think of Laura?’
‘She seems nice. She reminds me of you a bit. When you first showed up.
Strong and brave.’
Grace blushed, and Logan smiled as she said, ‘Gemma doesn’t trust her.’
‘Gemma has trouble trusting anyone. Remember how long it took before she
would actually join us for a meal?’
‘Yeah,’ Grace grinned, ‘and on the first day she did Drew flung his peas
across the room, hitting her square in the face.’
Logan laughed, ‘and she vowed to get him back when he least expected it.’
Grace began to laugh too, real laughter, ‘I suspect she’s biding her time,
planning the perfect revenge.’ Their laughter died down and she sighed, ‘well I
better get to bed. May as well try and sleep.’
‘Yeah me too,’ Logan smiled.
Grace bid him good night and left the kitchen. Logan waited for the door to
close, and then lent back against the counter. He wouldn’t be getting any more
sleep tonight, that much he knew.
Laura must
have fallen asleep eventually because she found herself opening her eyes to the
sound of chatter floating down the hallway. She rose from her bed and changed
into a more comfortable and less tattered set of clothing that Stella had
kindly left for her. She laced up her sneakers and headed for the door, making
her way down the hall, seeking out the voices.
When she entered the dining room, she found everyone seated around an
enormous oak table. The walls were bare and the ceiling was high, arching over
the top of the dining table.
Leo and Stella were discussing something of importance, but Laura could see
Stella smiling, so it must not have been anything too serious.
Drew and Caspian were erupting with laughter as they spoke loudly with one
another.
Gemma and Grace were giggling and fussing over Logan’s hair, pushing it up,
swishing it from side to side, and then braiding it, since it was, indeed, quite
long.
They were all like a family. Like something that Laura no longer had. Feeling
out of place, she quietly turned to leave the room.
‘Good morning Laura! Come, take a seat,’ she heard Stella call out.
She turned back to the table. Grace moved one seat down and patted the chair next
to her as she smiled at Laura, urging her to come and sit down.
‘How are you this morning Laura?’ Leo asked her.
She could tell he was attempting to make her feel welcome, but everyone’s
conversations had died once she had arrived, and she felt more out of place
than ever.
‘Fine thank you,’ she replied as she reached for a slice of toast from one of
the many platters of breakfast foods.
‘We were just discussing our plans for today. What would you like to do?’
Grace chirped.
‘I would like to assist in the search for my mother. I am feeling much
stronger and think I could help a great deal.’
They all fell into an awkward silence.
‘Of course, a wonderful idea,’ Stella finally said, ‘we will contact someone
from the station and inform them of your eagerness. I’m sure they will send
someone over right away to interview you. That might be a nice start, don’t you
think?’
‘Yes, that would be good,’ she said gratefully, and took a bite from her now
buttered toast.
‘So, I was thinking it might be a good idea to begin training. Maybe try and
catch you up a bit, teach you some skills in fighting, ease you in before Leo
takes over. If you are up for it of course?’ Drew inquired, munching away at
the last slice of toast that was on his plate.
‘Oh, Drew I don’t know. She has been through a lot.’ Stella quickly jumped
in.
Laura gazed across the table at Drew and nodded
‘Sometimes I just wish that we hadn’t had to witness what we did. We were all
too young. And they were our families. The people we loved.’
Logan nodded, finishing off his water and sitting his glass in the sink, ‘if
only wishes could be granted.’
‘Yeah, if only,’ she retorted, ‘so what do you think of Laura?’
‘She seems nice. She reminds me of you a bit. When you first showed up.
Strong and brave.’
Grace blushed, and Logan smiled as she said, ‘Gemma doesn’t trust her.’
‘Gemma has trouble trusting anyone. Remember how long it took before she
would actually join us for a meal?’
‘Yeah,’ Grace grinned, ‘and on the first day she did Drew flung his peas
across the room, hitting her square in the face.’
Logan laughed, ‘and she vowed to get him back when he least expected it.’
Grace began to laugh too, real laughter, ‘I suspect she’s biding her time,
planning the perfect revenge.’ Their laughter died down and she sighed, ‘well I
better get to bed. May as well try and sleep.’
‘Yeah me too,’ Logan smiled.
Grace bid him good night and left the kitchen. Logan waited for the door to
close, and then lent back against the counter. He wouldn’t be getting any more
sleep tonight, that much he knew.
Laura must
have fallen asleep eventually because she found herself opening her eyes to the
sound of chatter floating down the hallway. She rose from her bed and changed
into a more comfortable and less tattered set of clothing that Stella had
kindly left for her. She laced up her sneakers and headed for the door, making
her way down the hall, seeking out the voices.
When she entered the dining room, she found everyone seated around an
enormous oak table. The walls were bare and the ceiling was high, arching over
the top of the dining table.
Leo and Stella were discussing something of importance, but Laura could see
Stella smiling, so it must not have been anything too serious.
Drew and Caspian were erupting with laughter as they spoke loudly with one
another.
Gemma and Grace were giggling and fussing over Logan’s hair, pushing it up,
swishing it from side to side, and then braiding it, since it was, indeed, quite
long.
They were all like a family. Like something that Laura no longer had. Feeling
out of place, she quietly turned to leave the room.
‘Good morning Laura! Come, take a seat,’ she heard Stella call out.
She turned back to the table. Grace moved one seat down and patted the chair next
to her as she smiled at Laura, urging her to come and sit down.
‘How are you this morning Laura?’ Leo asked her.
She could tell he was attempting to make her feel welcome, but everyone’s
conversations had died once she had arrived, and she felt more out of place
than ever.
‘Fine thank you,’ she replied as she reached for a slice of toast from one of
the many platters of breakfast foods.
‘We were just discussing our plans for today. What would you like to do?’
Grace chirped.
‘I would like to assist in the search for my mother. I am feeling much
stronger and think I could help a great deal.’
They all fell into an awkward silence.
‘Of course, a wonderful idea,’ Stella finally said, ‘we will contact someone
from the station and inform them of your eagerness. I’m sure they will send
someone over right away to interview you. That might be a nice start, don’t you
think?’
‘Yes, that would be good,’ she said gratefully, and took a bite from her now
buttered toast.
‘So, I was thinking it might be a good idea to begin training. Maybe try and
catch you up a bit, teach you some skills in fighting, ease you in before Leo
takes over. If you are up for it of course?’ Drew inquired, munching away at
the last slice of toast that was on his plate.
‘Oh, Drew I don’t know. She has been through a lot.’ Stella quickly jumped
in.
Laura gazed across the table at Drew and nodded
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