Chapter 15. Someone Who Gets It

"Words can't describe how excited I am to meet you," Matilda gushed as she led them into her home that smelt and felt just as warm as she was.

Dark colours with a splash of orange and red, here and there, greeted Carla as she walked in, the interior of the house appearing very much like Marks's home.

"I..." She frowned, not knowing how to respond when the only reason she was here was because she had been forced to. 

Mark frowned and looked away from her, guiltily and the older woman looked between the two teens with a contemplative stare.

"Come along, then" she urged, breaking the silence that hovered over them, "before we lose our appetites."

They walked into the organized mess of a kitchen, and Matilda hurried over to the stove that had a whistling kettle on it.

"Come on," Mark said as he guided her towards the small round table by the window that had three chairs placed around it.

"You have a lovely home," Carla complimented, weakly,