Baudelaire Academy

I look to the woman beside me. My ‘handler’. Either way, she wasn’t going to help me unless I tried to escape or looked in immediate danger. So we sat like that for several minutes, not saying anything else. When I felt my emotions calm down, I leaned over to the small backpack in front of me between the chairs and pulled it to my chest. The lights glow dimly, but I know she didn’t need the light to see me clearly. Andre’s cat use to always be attracted to light like that. Maybe if I really wanted to I could try a grand escape and leap out of the closed shut window.