Ora’s POV I have so many questions. But Aunt Jo looks like hell. She must be in shock, as she’s incapable of speaking. Instead of bombarding her, I decided to shut up and help her. Whenever I was sick as a child, Aunt Jayne would bring me a glass of cold water, something plain to eat, and one of her elixirs. The potion won’t help Aunt Jo if she’s pregnant. But the food and drink might. “I’ll be right back,” I told my aunt. I rushed down the hallway, heading toward the kitchen. Maybe a piece of plain toast. It doesn’t have a strong smell. When I stepped into the kitchen, Carson was there, frying some bacon. He had to be the baby’s father. There is no one else. Aunt Jo doesn’t even talk to any of the other men in the academy. Okay, that’s not true. Occasionally, and only if she has to, she has to talk to Principal Andrews. Should I tell Carson about Aunt Jo? I ask myself. Heck no. I answered my question. I cannot imagine the wrath Aunt Jo would unleash on me if she though
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