A week has passed since I saw the gate on fire. A week since I ran to the town hall and warned father. Since he came home that night saying that justice Oakley had disappeared I haven’t been allowed to leave the house. I tried to tell him I had work to do at the shelter, but mother agreed with him. What will miss Savela think of me, I thought, disappearing after only some weeks? Who will remember to feed the cat?
On the first days I did all I could to help mother at home, tried not to think about it. But today I heard Briony’s father was murdered, and that she and miss Owena Baker were kidnaped as did the justice. I can’t help but worrying about Annabella and the girls. I didn’t get a chance to see them. I wonder where they are now. If I could go outside, I could ask watcher Timothie about them, but mother won’t let me even spy the street from the door. Father will not tell me anything, he wants me to stay out of this affair. He says I’m staying home until it’s all over. How long could that be? The shelter is safe, and I miss going there and seeing everyone. I was managing to make the cat fat and happy. People will miss me helping bake the bread and I had just started mending the holes in some of the sheets.
I believed this threat was over when that man went to trial, and now three people are missing, one of them the justice! I wish Briony is alright, and also poor miss Owena Baker. I met her only days before, helped her patch her ruined rug. She seems like a decent woman. And mister Oakley... I feel so bad for his wife and daughters. This all feels like a bad dream.
