William jerked up from his seat, looking at the back of the woman who had just disappeared through the door. Was she threatening him? He grunted and returned to his seat. Women and their empty threats. He said as he picked the jug and refilled his cup. The coffee was warm, not as hot as he would have wanted it, but not cold either. Anabel could take a dead man to life.
She must be drunk or something. A voice said in his head as he tried to place her attitude. She had been everything but friendly. Even though she was right at some point, she still had not seen things from his own perspective. Saving Alex was not as easy as it sounds, not with the incident surrounding his departure and all. It was true that the boy is a good lad and might have some good motives behind his action. But those motives had been debunked by the council. Nobody was willing to listen to him unless he serves his five days in the dark hole.
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