CHAPTER 30

The next morning, Krey waited outside of Pip's house, hoping he decided to go back to college. Francis watched from the woods. He could feel her eyes on him, but he couldn't see her.

Krey rubbed his hands together. The snow was already starting to melt, but the air was still bitter.

He checked his watch a few times, tapping his fingers on the crumbling front garden wall. Bricks had fallen off in multiple areas. The metal garden fence, no higher than Krey's waist was rusty and bent.

The front of Pip's house needed new paint, and the path leading to the green front door was uneven.

When the time comes to persuade Pip to live in the packhouse, Krey might not have a hard time convincing Pip.

He rechecked the time. At exactly 8:30 am, the front door opened. Pip tumbled onto the path with his bag in one hand, and his other arm trying to get through his coat sleeve.