Leysa:
"I will speak with my mom and then come back to you, okay?" Troy murmured, his tone low and guarded as he gave me a subtle hand gesture, assuring me everything would be fine.
The reason for his awkwardness was obvious.
The moment we arrived and slipped into the mansion, then crossed toward the guest house that stood at some distance from the main building but within the same fence where his mother lived alone, everything spiraled into chaos.
The second we rushed inside and he locked the door of the two story guest house, complete with a basement and several furnished rooms, his mother saw Clementine.
Troy lunged toward her and clamped his hand over her mouth to stop her scream. He used all his strength to calm her before she finally allowed us to stay in one of the rooms.
I stayed beside Clementine at first, then rose and followed Troy. If they were going to discuss anything, I needed to be there.
After what Yorick had done, I trusted no one. Not even Troy's mother.
