Chapter Fourteen

"Hey, Mom, are you busy?" Tristan asked as he settled down on the chair in front of the kitchen island.

Eds turned to give her son her full attention. "No, baby, what's wrong?" She replied.

"I was, um... Well, Troy and I were wondering when we'll go back to school," He said, fiddling with his fingers. "It's been weeks, and we've missed a lot of things."

Eds sighed and walked over to the island, leaning against it as she reached out to take Tristan's small hands in hers. She had been thinking about their education too and knew she needed to get their transcripts from the school, but that would mean going back to Dapplewood, which was not an option.

She knew Taron's silence since the kidnapping didn't mean he had given up. Far from it—he was likely planning something even more sinister, and she dreaded to think what that could be. His closest friend had died, and he would want revenge.

"I know, baby. I've been thinking about it too, but you know we can't go back home. You and Troy will