Bab 767: Venting

Yarin's POV:

In the car, Lydia remained silent. Autumn tried to comfort her, but she just stayed quiet.

"There's hot cocoa in the car's thermos," the driver, Spil, said calmly. "Have some to warm up."

The chill of late winter hadn't completely faded from the March air. The car was heated, causing the windows to fog up slightly.

Though I haven't mentioned Spil much, he's been by my side all along, living with me at the Charlies' residence as my personal steward. However, he was really skilled at remaining hidden; if he didn't want to be seen, turning the house upside down wouldn't help.

Since Aunt Carolyn packed up and left for the south, Spil's appearances have become more frequent.

The car was spacious and comfortable, but Lydia sat tightly in her seat, not moving. As we waited at a traffic light, Lydia suddenly asked in a low voice, "What will happen to that policeman?"