I smile and begin to follow her, saying goodbye to the kids as we head out.
As we walk Marissa seems to be looking around as if the boogeyman is going to jump out and attack her at any moment.
“Are you alright?” I ask, her eyes shoot to mine and her posture stiffens.
“Yes.” She says too quickly and I eye her. Clearly making her uncomfortable. “Well. I’m. Not sure. Maybe you were not shown this place for a reason. Most people avoid it and are not very welcoming of the kids or the mistress. These kids are supposedly the worst of the worst.” She says warrily. I watched as she spoke. The way her muscles tensed at the last half of her statement tells me what I need to know.
“But you don’t think so.” I state and her eyes shoot to mine again, then look around.
“No. These kids lost their par
