24

You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.

~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Lyra

Getting home, I took a quick shower before changing into a comfortable lounge set and taking my medication. Samoan had informed me that my mother would not be returning for the night because she had a business meeting out of the city so it was just going to be myself and my grandparents that night. I hadn’t been alone with my grandparents since I was 10 and that made me nervous, I could still remember everything that was said to me that night and I dreaded what would be said tonight.

“Lyra!” My grandmother’s sharp voice called from the bottom of the stair and I hurriedly scrambled out of bed to see what she wanted, I had told myself I would only have to see them during dinner or when they called for me.

“Yes grandmother.” I responded reaching where she stood with a suitcase on her side. “Are you going somewhere?” I quizzed.

“Yes, your grandfather and I will