MILDRED

SOUR GRAPES

Chase stood in the middle of the living area, his attention was on his phone as his golden hair fell slightly forward. He was tall and handsome in a manner that warmed my heart just to think he was on my team. He wanted to be friends with me.

His eyes swayed from his phone to where I stood by the landing, hesitating to head towards Enid's home office.

Two things were involved: either Enid barked and went wild with rage for me attempting to leave his room or he would respect his friend's decision to let me out of that prison.

Chase wore a jocular smile...