RUBY'S STORY
It was evening by the time I arrived home, I had put penny in the stables to sleep before heading to the door.
"Ruby." I heard my mother call as I stepped in.
She was making some notes over her book on her favourite reading table.
The one father had made before his accident.
"Hello mama." I said with a weak smile.
I shut the door behind me.
"How was Mrs Martha. Is her daughter well?" Mother asked me looking over her book.
"She was." I said with a shrug of my shoulder as I sat down beside her.
I tucked my wild red curls behind my ear.
I had hoped that mother hadn't heard of my shenanigans at the pack house.
And from the way it seemed none of the sort had happened.
Even though I expected them to march in anytime soon and arrest me for harassing the rich spoiled relative of Ashton.
I chewed on my bottom lip.
"Is there something I should know?" Mother asked and I jumped up.
"What?" I asked.
